Renji's a little taken aback by how upset Issui looks - not that she doesn't have many, many good reasons to be. He tries not to awkwardly shuffle about. "Uh, welcome," Is about the best he can do.

After what feels like a stupidly long moment, he finally moves to settle onto the couch, too. He feels a little like he's intruded onto something. They both have long lists of why they should be messes, but they've both held themselves together alright. At least, where the other could see. And he wants to ask. He doubts he can help any, but... "You okay?"