It's a strange feeling in some ways, just knowing this woman knows so damn much about him, about his past. It feels like there's nothing left to say, in some ways; that he doesn't need to tell her anything else about himself because she already knows. The past isn't the most pleasant thing to talk about either, for reasons she also knows.

"You really wanted to check out that snow, huh?" He questions softly, then softens even more at the mention of her mother. "I'm sure your ma was real glad. To have you. I mean, not that it was - hell. You get me, right?"

He's fumbling, trying to express his condolences in a way that isn't just a cliche in some way.