Grace stifles a sigh, fingers moving restlessly against his shoulder, as much to soothe herself as him. What's happened has happened, and there isn't a thing she can do to change or fix it. How she can help him to feel better about it, she doesn't know. Her instinct is to try and take his mind off of it instead, to distract him from what's got him shaken up, but the thought of doing so makes her uncomfortable.

"That isn't on you," she says, quietly cautious, looking slowly over at him. She wants so badly not to make this worse than it already is. "Jerry, you — you couldn't have gotten there any faster or told them or — or known what to expect." All she'd known was that Cohen knew about them. It's not like that was information enough to put things right. There isn't a thing either of them could have done.