She can hear it all in his voice. All that nostalgia. The longing that bleeds in around the edges. He's so alone that it's almost enough to break her heart. That's something that she knows more than a little bit about. Before the other him was sent to the Red Room, it had just been her against the world. Always watching her own back. Always waiting for the knife in the dark. The betrayal.

She wouldn't have made it out alive without him. Or - alive, maybe. But not living. The last few years have been a stark reminder of that. What was the point of everything without someone to share it with?

After a moment, her fingers drift idly through his hair, and she answers, "sounds like it's been lonely here." It's not sympathy, exactly - more like understanding. Like what she's really saying is 'I know exactly how that feels.'