There really isn't anything else to say to the apology, he knows it. He's said the same thing before, and probably will again. He shoots her the briefest, faintest smile before returning his gaze to somewhere in the middle distance during the quiet.

She can take her time. He's here to listen.

"Yeah," he agrees. "Weren't ever really something I liked. But you'd have to live under a rock not to know them."