The unfortunate fact is that John is already suffering similar feelings--but they come in waves, and he has some measure of comfort in his family and his animals. That sudden surge...yeah, it doesn't feel like it usually does.

The source of that sorrow makes it easy to put two and two together.

So, as he breathes through the sudden knot in his throat, as it subsides, he gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"It's okay--I understand. I was involved with someone who could control memories. You got something going on like that with your voice, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to...but I'm okay if you do, whatever happens as a result. I know what I'm getting into. If you wanna keep a leash on it..."

He moves his hand from her shoulder to gently tuck his fingers loosely into her hand.

"Basic. One squeeze is yes, two is no, three means it's not a 'yes or no' thing. First, I felt that--how sad you are. If you can't get past how that feels, I get it. If you can...is there anything I can do that'd help you feel better? Even a little?"