His brain screeches to a halt as she says that, his normally racing thoughts tumbling into a pile as one thought emerges, practically flashing in neon colors in his head.

Someone else understands.

It's not exactly the same, but it's close enough that his breath catches in his throat. He shoves his hands in his pockets to keep from rushing over and grabbing her, and his lip trembles. His voice too is shaky as he speaks up, despite his best attempts to sound calming and kind.

"You... too? It's not... it's not the same but... I was put in a situation like that, too. My friends thought it was funny... funny that I got trapped in a room with someone who wanted to..."

Shit. Is he crying? He can feel tears starting to prick at his eyes and he blinks hard, trying to banish them with all of his willpower. It only makes the feeling intensify, and he lets out a shuddering breath.

"I'm... I'm so sorry."

He'll... get to the god thing later. This... is more important.