[ That prompts him to finish the rest of his glass in one large sip, and when she's done, he just takes a moment to absorb and process this. So that's most of her story, in a nutshell. And it all sounds like it was pretty fucking terrible. ]

Cash - fuck. I don't even know what to say. [ It's not because he thinks she did anything wrong, just that she had to go through all of that. But then he sets his glass down, reaching out to cover her wrist lightly. ] That was a horrible, fucked life you had to live back there. No one should have to go through that. Now I get why here's a better place to be and I mean - shit, I don't want you to ever have to go back there.