[Quietly listening, Penelope takes in the information with only a little flinch. It was a little surreal, hearing about it, and she wasn't even entertaining prying any deeper even if he had just cut off at not wanting to go into details. This was clearly incredibly personal for him, and it surprised her in a way, that he'd go into it at all, so the least she can do is listen.]

Okay. [She reaches for his shoulder, giving it a hard, tight squeeze.] I understand. I'm sorry that you went through that, that you...remembered that. [As sorry as she'd been to Freya earlier that day, when she'd woken up screaming.]

I...don't really know what to say, but I'm sorry your other self has such a raw deal. Way worse than other me.

I didn't mean to push you, and I'm sorry for that too.