You... [You couldn't walk? is the question on his lips, but he bites it back, determined not to press for any kind of information, for nothing that isn't coming from her. The words, the mention of a bad place, not being better... well, it all reminds him of something similar, and he knows he wouldn't want anyone to press on the subject for him, either. She deserves the same courtesy.]
You might not be there yet, but if there's one thing I know, it's that you're a true fighter. I don't mean the physical stuff, but what's inside.
[A pause.] I don't know what you went through, not exactly, but to tell you the truth? I ain't a stranger to bad places. So... I get it.
[He knows it's not the same, that he doesn't know the exact circumstances... but he knows what it's like to go through something horrible, something where death would probably be the preferable option, and survive. Get through it. Not complete, not undamaged, not free of the nightmares and the attacks of sudden terror or anger, everyday things reminding you of everything lurking in the back of your mind. And most of all, he knows how it is, to make the decision to go back to what caused all that in the first place.]