"--I'm sorry." It takes a moment, a pause for him to say it, deep and sympathetic. Genuine, but sombre. He understands, doesn't need to make guesses about how close they must've been. They were. And he gets it.

He doesn't rush to move Quatre or anything; would rather give him the time just to feel what he does, to hurt. Just says, "Take your time," and will even rub where his hand is on his shoulder. A small soothing gesture.