[For all that he's willing to share, he quickly decides that the circumstances of his father's death aren't on the table— at least, not for tonight. He takes her condolences for what they are, as gracefully as he can manage, and gently pulls her hair through his fingers one last time before letting it fall in waves down her back.]

Thank you. An unfortunate thing to have in common, but I'm not surprised we've both seen our share of loss. Though we come from different worlds, they are each hard in their own right, it would seem some difficulties are universal, regardless.

[He smiles wryly as he remains at her back, his fingertips lightly brushing against her arms as he seeks to put his own around her middle from behind— a simple embrace, innocent enough despite the fact that they had both come here with intent.]

I'll save the rest of the tragic backstory for another time, hmm? I think we've had rather enough of sharing unpleasant memories for tonight— though I do intend to repay you in kind, should there be anything you wish to know.