[The song, persistant though not unpleasant, sends his guard down in ways it had not been in years. Her honesty about her love life, as a result, does not spur any alarm in him, or embarrassment. Only sympathy.]

I was married. [He admits, after a moment, his tone less boisterous than it had been throughout this conversation.] A long time ago. That was the last time I even thought about a relationship, let alone something like all this.

[This is not information he had revealed to anyone, not in a very long time, though the grief and anxiety he expects to accompany this is absent. There's sadness, true, but it seemed very far away in a way it had never been.

He hesitates for a moment, inwardly debating, then his hand settles on her shoulder — brief, an attempt at comfort, before it falls away.] It's not exactly the same. But I know how you feel. I think so, anyway.

[He sighs, the sound rumbling in his chest, and nods.] Yeah, I think finding somewhere to sit down's a good idea.

[Not too far from where they're walking is a clearing, where a fallen log lies, wide enough at the least two adults to sit on without being too uncomfortable. Barret settles heavily on on side, his hand settling on his knee, and for a time is quiet, his expression contemplative.]