[ He nods, slowly, uncertainly. ]

You can tell me if that changes. I'm not done...

[ Grieving, he tries to say, but somehow it just sounds... clinical, and woefully inaccurate.

He helplessly trails off before he manages to find something slightly on the mark. ]

I'm not over... her. I don't... I don't think that'll change any time soon. And I know that it's—

[ He gestures vaguely. ]

It puts you in a weird position. So if you need space, just... let me know. Or let someone else know, and they can tell me. Whatever works.