Something in Peggy's reaction feels achingly familiar and for all that Beverly doesn't want to pull at something particularly painful in turn, she does reach over to rest a hand on one of Peggy's and silently give it a squeeze. Whatever pain the other woman is thinking of, Beverly thinks she can understand it. The look feels all too familiar.

But she retracts her hand quickly rather than poke at both of their wounds, managing a small smile in turn. "If there is, I don't know about it. I'll have to ask him when he comes home again." When they both come home again, but she isn't in any mood to consider the idea that they might not, that one or both might be stuck somewhere. "For all I know, time isn't even linear where he is. Wouldn't that be something to wrap your mind around?"