[ he reclines back against the ledge, folding his arms across his chest — just taking a quiet moment to listen and process what she says. truthfully, he's sort of in a similar place right now, so he gets where she's coming from, even if he doesn't have a fuller picture of what's bothering her. ]

I'm probably not the best guy to speak on this, especially on a rooftop, but... [ he tilts his head slightly. ] I know how you feel. I've been there. I'm there now. Maybe not in the same way, but—... sometimes life just hits you hard enough to send you flying headfirst into a wall and it knocks the absolute shit out of you, so when you finally wake up, you're suddenly staring up at this clear blue sky in the middle of nowhere wondering how the fuck you're supposed to put the pieces of your life back together again. And there isn't like a hard, fast rule to any of it. You're just out there alone and now you gotta figure it out for yourself because no one else can do it for you.

[ he rubs the side of his neck, his smile weary. ] Probably not the most inspiring thing to hear, but take it from a guy who's gone through his fair share of existential crises, [ he looks over at her, meeting her eyes. ] things will eventually work themselves out. It'll be hard. It'll take time. It'll take work. But at least the only one who's standing in our way from reaching the end of wherever the heck this takes us is ourselves.