[ That is true, isn't it. Just meeting his eyes quietly, squeezing his hand lightly over his wrist, thumb pressing against his pulse. ]

I'm sorry I can't do anything more. [ Than just -- this. Listening. Asking and listening. ] Not even sure if this helps, really, just.

We both have hard choices to make, right? [ A slight smile, genuine, but maybe a little distant. ] And I might know a few things about living with mountains of regret.

[ Actually he's a very bad role model on how to deal with regret and very aware of it but hey. ]