Sean bites his lip as he stares blankly up at the ceiling, unsure how to reply. He understands that she means it and that it feels unspeakably good to hear, but beyond that, he's having trouble making a connection to her words, assigning any real meaning to them. "I know," he finally says, glossing over the more confusing parts. "But it's al-" he continues before cutting himself off. He can't bring himself to say that it's alright again. Not right now. "We'll get through't."