It's easier sometimes to use other people's words to say the important things. Other people have been people for so much longer. They understand what he wants to say but may not have words for.

But after all that, he offers only his own words. His words and a hand to reach up and smooth the hair away from his eyes.

[ Oh Arthur...

Steady, my friend. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

For whatever it's worth, I'm here with you.]