[He does sit, not right next to her but a couple of chairs away. Comfortable conversation distance. It's partly politeness, but also partly that he doesn't want to spread his sickness.

Time...he ca pull people through time? But one version will always die. Die....die. That's-- awful. And he really did, earlier... He starts shaking, remembering how Mahiru had burned. The smell. He... He did that...

He's shaing, but his expression is a stony neutral, and his voice is steady and emotionless.]

Understood.