It's such a nice answer. Succinct, normal. She finds herself all but beaming a little, despite her best efforts. Shared sadness seems a little less sad. Were they not eating there'd be a wrist hug oncoming without a doubt.

"I'm sorry you don't either," she finally manages to reply, instead settling for a nudge to his foot. "But we're here at least, and that's not changing. That's more important. We'll mark time how we want."