[ For all of the input offered, he simply nods; he knows that Geordi is far more experienced with the emotional aspect of loss than he is. As many people as Data has lost - and there has been no shortage - his emotions were felt in retrospect. For all the perfect clarity of his memory, it's still not the same as this is, as experiencing the loss in the moment as it happens, reeling in the aftermath of it.
Having lost someone is not the same as losing someone. But how often, and how firmly, had he professed that he would accept sorrow as it would mean that he could feel joy? The human experience was made up of both, and that was what he wanted, what he had always strived for. And Geordi is here - that does mean a great deal. ]
I will try.
[ And he closes his eyes, and with a minor quirk of his head... it's back. All of it comes rushing back - involuntarily, memories are recalled to the forefront of his processes, and his neural pathways are flooded with the emotional rush, an oppressive overpowering of his functions that shoves other processes aside. His shoulders tense and then heave slightly as he opens his eyes again, now having gained a clouded depth. His face, moments ago as perfectly controlled as it had ever been, now wrought with the feeling that rushes over him. His mouth is a tense, closely drawn frown, his brows furrowed. Slowly, he parts his lips- there's a tremble to them - as he slowly draws in and out an unnecessary but nonetheless steadying breath before he tries to speak. Once again, clearly, he feels. ]
It is...
[ His voice is not as steady yet as he had hoped, and so he pauses as he shakes his head. ]