[ She does take his hand, looking down when the squeeze and the gentle tone of his voice makes her lip tremble. Raises it so she can press her lips to his knuckles before squeezing back.

Soft as well: ]

Do not be too kind or I will fall apart again.

[ Back to the coffee, his first. ]

They are very much alike. How strange it must be, to come into a wholly unfamiliar world and find that someone knows your secrets.

[ A shake of her head as she pours. ]

Not all of them, I am sure. They have not lived entirely analogous lives. Different men, and the same. It is...

[ A long pause, the carafe held in the air, and then she shakes her head again and turns to fill a second cup for herself. ]

It is hard to bear.