Cooper doesn't say anything. What can he say that France doesn't already know? So many people have disappeared and Cooper knows exactly what it feels like, to lose someone. He knows the dark place with nothing but a void and the pull it has on your conscious mind.

He changes position slightly, extending the touch to half a hug, the invitation for a full one very present. There's little else he can do right now other than say things that might as well be worthless; words he can save for later.