It's a wistfulness that Brigitte doesn't see on his face often, and she can't decide if it's a bad thing that she's brought this on, or if it's a good thing that they're opening up. Maybe a bit of both.

"I know the feeling," she says, tipping her chin against her palm, elbow propped against the back of that chair. "Sorry. I probably-- shouldn't have gotten us onto this subject. It's this stupid double-edged sword, I guess? We talk about the things that made us happy back home, but thinking about it too much can make us sad."