[A nod. She doesn't need to say any more than that. Even without the full context of it he can grasp the kind of pressure she might be under based on what she's told him before.

He reaches over to briefly squeeze her arm.]

Better to be like that, yeah? [Then a sigh, slow and heavy as he turns his eyes up to the ceiling.]

Me and Abel, we... we don't have anything like that, but... there's history there that makes it hard to just be two people together, sometimes.