Gar chose to take it as the former. "It's fine." He wanted to say something that would magically make it all better, but that wasn't him. That was Donna. That was Vic. He made jokes. And right now there wasn't one funny enough to help Rose. "It's okay," he repeated.
Even though he knew intellectually that she was far from actually all right, Gar was a little bit relieved. Her voice wasn't steady, and he could almost feel the shame and sorrow and worry coming off of her, but it did feel like there was at least a chance of her feeling better. Or at least not feeling as bad in the same way.
And, he thought wryly, at least he knew what she was doing there now.