He watches her, practically able to see her struggle to connect with something that isn't there, to grip onto something she lost. It's hard to watch, and he ends up looking down at his shoes instead. "Yeah," he says, just as quietly. "Sure."

He figures he ought to give her some time, so he turns and slides down to sit with his back against the rail, looking back over the city.

He gets out his phone after a moment and starts typing.

"So, um," he says after a moment. "There's a couple open apartments in my building. I think you'd be welcome to one of them. If you want."