[France nods again, not adding anything immediately. He fiddles with something off-screen for a moment, not actually looking at it or Cooper but rather at a spot near to Cooper's shoulder on the screen. His expression is as faraway as his tone was earlier, a combination of contemplative and disconnected.]
[After a long moment, he refocuses on Cooper. He smiles again, less sad than before but just as sympathetic. There's an air of kinship to about him, too.]
Comfort in such things only comes after one reaches some sort of closure.
[France breathes out, an almost laugh that remains unformed.]
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[After a long moment, he refocuses on Cooper. He smiles again, less sad than before but just as sympathetic. There's an air of kinship to about him, too.]
Comfort in such things only comes after one reaches some sort of closure.
[France breathes out, an almost laugh that remains unformed.]
I've never been lucky in that.