She sighs, laughs, sighs again. Her hands clench at her pants and she just hangs her head forward, feeling that laughter threatening to bubble up over and over.

"Thank you. T-thank you, I... I deserve some of it, b-but not... not nearly as much as I got." And she looks at him, and she knows him, and she gives him the saddest smile. "I'm sorry t-this happened to you too. I'm... I'm sorry there wasn't a version of me waiting for you, when you came through."