[He squeezes her hand once, gently, but doesn't push her any further. Just something, someone, solid to hold onto.

It helps. He knows how much it helps.]

Mine not so much as his, I think. There's less in there, even if not all of mine is my own. Though... Not as much now, but I suppose I have more practice in tuning it out.

[Thinking about it makes his hand itch for a pen, to try and draw out - something, some of these impressions.]

Pick one and focus, that seems to help.