I am fine, but please. Something tells me that you may not be? [Combeferre's expression is concerned, more than anything else as he moves around to lay a hand on Jehan's shoulder, suspecting that his friend may need the comfort now. Whatever he has come here for, well...it seems most serious.]

If there is something, well, you need but tell me. You know that, right? Not to rush you. I have all the time in the world for you just now, Jehan.[And his gaze is firm but compasionate enough to hopefully convince Jehan to come out with whatever it is sooner or later, though he is hoping for sooner.