[She nods. She's not going to try to force him into talking about it. It obviously happened somewhat recently, and she knows that talking about a thing too soon can hurt more than it can help...

But she's also not afraid to deal with complicated matters, so if he's trying to politely provide her an out, she's going to do her best to politely maintain her offer.]

We can walk and talk, if you think that will help? Or we don't have to talk about it at all. [...] But sometimes... it helps... to say things out loud. It hurts, too, but... [glancing down and away from him, not wanting to move into a lecture or a trueism, but knowing in her bones that it's true:] ...we have to let things out to deal with them so we can adapt.

[So if not her, then she hopes he talks to somebody.]