[There is little more she can do; nothing she says will seem any more but hollow, coming from her. She gets up onto her knees and puts a hand on his hair, peering in to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes.]

I know. I'm sorry.

[But she can't just leave it there, or they'll end up right back where they started. Mayhap if she can distract him...]

Listen, do you want to... I don't know, take a walk or something? I know sunny beaches aren't exactly your thing, but maybe it'll calm you down.