This topic of conversation certainly isn't doing either of them any favors. Although now that she has gotten that particular tale of woe off her chest, she seems... not as miserable. Calmer, maybe. Less weighed down.

They were words that she could never say to Caspar, but at least she was able to tell them to someone who she thinks can understand. And she'd do the same for Freddy, listen to his own regrets, but she knows that not everyone can be as open with their story as she can. So when she hears the reluctance in his voice, she smiles at him kindly and reaches out to pat his shoulder.

"I appreciate you sharing with me what you did. You can tell me as much or as little as you want, I've, um... I've seen a lot, and heard worse. But it's up to you."