I'm sorry its like that; its never easy having that much on your shoulders.

[ It never is. She's silent for a moment after that, digesting everything thats been said. She doesn't really know what to say.

She takes a long sip, even taking the dregs of what remains of her coffee, before placing the cup down and sighing. ]

I'm sorry if I'm stirring up bad memories; its just sort of my instinct to worry for other people in times like this.

[ Its her own sort of coping mechanism. Bury yourself in worry for others. ]