He fishes for something to say. He'd never been good at comforting her, especially not in a situation like this. Eventually, all he's able to pull up is a nod and an "Okay."

A beat, then, "Okay, yeah. We can - we can drop it. No big deal, Tex." He crosses his arms and shifts on his feet, feeling uncomfortable. Awkward. There's baggage between them, and half of it he doesn't even remember. It makes this about ten times more fucked up than it should be; he should push this. Get her to tell him what the fuck went on between them. But he won't.