[ Wait a second, Olivia has a daughter? Okay, that's awesome, filing that away for later. But more importantly, she just manages not to burst forth with a hearty round of her usual fate is bullshit line. The tears help. As someone who does a lot of crying herself, she can spot when an approach might just make things worse. She rubs his back, head tipped just enough to look up at him. ]

Fate's what you make it, you know. It doesn't happen unless you let it. And you did, when you stuck to your guy. [ There's no judgement in that, just the fact of it. ] Own that shit, Achilles — no one else did this to you.