Olive nods, biting her lip and look down, too. "I'm sorry," she says, quick after a moment's silence. "I know that doesn't... help anything, but I am, and... We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but there's kind of a, a giant conversation piece in your yard. And if you do want to... you know, I'm good at listening." She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable or upset him, both of which she figures are inevitable with the topic, but he shouldn't have to deal with this all by himself either.