I'd ask, um - [ Deep breaths, Cosima, you can do this. You don't have to cry either. ] I'd ask how exactly that works but I'm guessing that's not an easy question to answer. [ If he can at all. Or anyone. ]

I'm sorry. You had to go through that. [ She clasps a hand to her chest and rubs there, turning her head to face him. ] Guess I can kinda commiserate on the subject. [ With a breathless laugh, she has to admit: ] Cuz it really does hurt like hell.

[ And, yeah, that's not just physically. ]