[It's okay, really. It's fine. He's been good, so good about everything, he deserves a few seconds for himself. He deserves so much more than that. One hand moves to his leg, squeezes just above his knee.]

Robot leg? That's what we're calling it now? I guess I can get used to that.

[It's an attempt to move forward, push on, because that's what he wants, right? But it's weighing on her, and he knows enough to know she's not great at keeping this kind of thing to herself. He won't mind. Maybe.]

Hey. Listen. Everything you've done for me, dropping everything when I need you. I couldn't have coped without you. And I haven't - I haven't been there for you.

I'm sorry.