I know you do. When you cried out, I-- it felt like what I've held inside for so damned long.

[An anguish he knows too well.

He grips the handkerchief, then tucks it away into his vest. It's selfish, but there's a comfort in knowing someone else does understand the pain, even a little bit.]

Obviously I can do nothing to remove this kind of pain, Roland. But I'm here. I hope that it's... something for you too.