He nods, his fingers tightening in the fabric of her shirt minutely. He wants to pull her into an embrace but has no idea how she'd take that, and she still has the rest to remember. The monster who's even worse than those shambling creatures could ever aspire to be. Once she announces it's all there, he drops his hand to the countertop and looks down at it. There isn't really any way to comfort someone who had to relive all of that.

"Sorry," he mutters, feeling responsible for hurting her all over again.