He stops rubbing his chin, resting his hand on the railing for a moment as he watches her, mouth faintly downturned.

"You can always bring it to me, if -- I mean, to get it out of your head. If that would help."

He should have offered that already, shouldn't he have? Or maybe this is the wrong way to talk about it --

"There's a lot more people to worry about, now. Though I'm pretty sure you've been doing that already."