[If Iris knew him just a little better, this is where she would hug him. She doesn't, but she does lay an affectionate hand on his arm.]

I'm sorry, sweetheart, I am. And I don't want to be all annoyingly cheerful and optimist at you - I mean, that's what I am, I can't 'elp that, I'm afraid, I just don't want to be obnoxious with it, if you get me.

But 'ey. You're in a place where you're breathing and walking and 'ave a chance of changing things.