He catches the way Colin wipes at his face. It makes it harder to contain his own.

"Nor I you," he answers, quietly but firmly. "I ddon't know how much I can- about her, but I can listen and... I appreciate, a ggreat deal that..."

Faro dabs at his eyes, too, then exhales quickly, like he's trying to blow out all the anxiety and tears and feelings. With forced cheeriness, he suggests, "Perhaps we should plan a picnic."