[She runs her hand in a circle on his shoulder, comforting.]
He wouldn't be by himself. You would be with him. [The words come whispered -- it'd be alright, wouldn't it, if it were the two of you? Then, even if not in Paris... you'd be alright.]
But that doesn't matter, because it is not going to happen. No one will find out. [If she says it enough, maybe she'll even believe it.]