That...was quite an offer and one Grell didn't offer lightly, he noted by the way she clenched at the desk. He continued to massage her leg, taking the other in his other hand, trying to soothe her and maybe make her spine melt a little. Though he appreciated the offer, it wasn't something he wanted to hear just now. He could barely deal with his own story even now.

"I'll take you up on that one day." A promise that he would when he was ready. That he wasn't just dismissing her. "Thank you, sweetheart." As for talking...he wasn't sure what there was to say. There was so much she couldn't know just because she hadn't been there. Hadn't lived it.

"Let's just say I'm not the person I used to be... and I doubt Sparks would appreciate it if he found out." When everything changed, you wanted at least one constant. Thatch had always considered himself to be that constant-- though he'd since found he was mistaken.