Phoenix isn't asleep--he keeps late hours most of the time as it is, with no court dates or investigating to warrant getting up early and plenty on his mind to keep him up all night--but regardless, he's startled first by the knocking and then by Geoff's muffled voice on the other side of the door.

And then it hits him. He remembers hearing about it over the journal earlier that very day; Bucky was gone, wasn't he? Phoenix is on his feet and throwing on over his boxers and t-shirt whichever clothes he can reach the fastest. He makes it to the door in record time and flings it open, glancing around for his friend until he spots him there on the floor.

"Geoff."

It's not a question. There's nothing to ask about.

"Come on."

He stoops to take Geoff by the elbow and help drag him into the room, if need be.