She just nodded and smiled knowingly at his thanks. "Its my job, Sam. And its what friends do." That was her only answer. She had reasons for being here. Some of them she would - she realized - probably reveal in the coming hours, soem of them she would keep to herself. She knew how important it was to not go through something like this on your own. It was one of the hardest things that a person could go through. Physically, emotionally, psycologically. Perhaps she was just stubborn - it had done her well before - but either way she was here and she wasn't about to up and leave.
The truth was that she felt a kinship caused by this overarching mistake. And thats what it was. His words caused her to inhale and exhale a sigh. "Yes, it will always be your fault, but there is a difference between accepting the fault and actively blaming yourself." And she knew that for a fact. She needed to clarify. "Don't go easy on yourself, but kicking yourself for it will not move things forward."
She leaned forward in her chair and shook her head. "The watch is open. And there isn't a way to close it at present. What matters is what happens from here." She'd said it before. She noticed his fingers were tapping. Nervous gestures would likely increase over the next days. A physical response to the lack of the wanted substance. His temper might be shorter, he might snap at other people, say things he didn't mean, and that was the light side of it. "You're not the only person who has done what they think is right and had it blow up in their face and lead to the end of the world." It was true. And now was the time when action was taken ... but not until he was better.