[ it's a sideways admission that she cares about him, the closest anyone has probably implied anything of the sort in years. his face softens, not in a happy or warm way just - less of a mask. ]

The fact that I am fine now makes it easier for me to pretend it did not happen. I have been trying not to think about it. [ it was probably one of the most physically painful moments of his entire short life, followed up by the literal end of his life. maybe that's why he keeps throwing himself hard into figuring out what he can of this place too. ]

It is not nothing, but it is not like I know how to deal with what happened to me either.