That quip about her heroic demise earns a breathy sound. It's not a laugh, but it is the customary, appropriate facsimile of one. The token effort of acknowledging humor without actually feeling any of it in the process.

At any rate, she's right. It wasn't a mistake, he doesn't regret it. Might regret not doing it sooner, but knowing what he does now... about himself, about his life, about what he deserves, about what the people around him shouldn't have to deal with... Knowing about his failed attempt with Lisa, and the crushing realities of what he can't actually have?

Makes that a little more complicated.

The nudge to his arm earns a gentle curve to his lips, something that echoes a smile but still manages to look sad at its core. Tired, beneath the fondness. Melancholic.

"That you should've taken a long vacation on the other side of the continent?"

He supplies, a half-hearted joke of an answer to her totally rhetorical question.