"Must've been some pretty heavy shit," Priestly replied somberly. He wasn't sure what else to day. It was pretty clear that she was uncomfortable talking about it, so he didn't want to push her; that wouldn't be fair. It also wouldn't be conducive to the end goal which was to make her relax and, if he was really lucky, smile again.
Priestly stood up and moved to the end of the bed, setting into arranging the blankets again so that they were straightened and when she wanted to go back to sleep, Amy would be able to just pull them up around her without having to untangle them. "You don't have to, but...if you wanna keep talking, I'm a pretty good listener," he added without looking back up at her, tending to the sheets and comforter until he was satisfied that it was as good a job as he could do without literally making the bed up around her.
At that point, he looked back up at her. "Can I get you anything? Glass of water...or fuckin' beer or somethin'?" If she was uncomfortable with talking about it, the least he could do was try something else to take her mind off it.