Ah.

Realization comes and he offers a faint nod. He's not skittish about the topic, as long as it stays on her. Really, everything should be on her.

Well. Maybe not everything.

Sweeney shifts slightly, fully aware that his memories of sensations can still be perfectly effective in making sitting less comfortable. He does his best to dismiss them.

"Hurts ta be left behind, doesn't it?" The words are empathetic, not jabbing at her situation. It's a simple truth he's far too fucking aware of.