Oh, dude, Harley. [ Yeah, that's sympathy in his voice, he knows how crazy she was for that dude, that scary scary dude.

He waits until she's turned to the bartender, laying a hand on her shoulder. ]

Are you okay? Like that had to be hard, and I don't care about that. Sure, I could see why others would be but your my friend, bro. You're stuck with me.