"You know Owen, I don't know how to help Miss Blye. I didn't know how to help you when you went through something like this and now I don't know how to help her." Hetty says as she begins to drive to her house.
"I didn't know how to help you when you went through this either. It's a pretty natural feeling in this situation. It's hard to help. People don't always want help. I didn't want help and neither did you. We wanted to fix ourselves and Blye is no different. Strong people never want to admit that they're not strong because of one event no matter how serious the event is." Owen explains as they drive along the coast.
"That's very insightful, Owen. I'm not used to that from you." Hetty admits. Owen has obviously gotten closer with Kenzie during their time in Afghanistan. Seeing Kenzie so out of sorts has been hard for her and Owen. "How do I get her to talk to me?"
"You don't get her to talk to you. She will come to you when she's ready. You have to let her come to you and she will on her own terms. Blye's tough, but she has to talk to someone eventually."
"Did she talk to you on the flight home? It was a long flight." Hetty asks Owen.
"She was pretty quiet on the flight home, but that didn't surprise me. We were both the same on our way home. I wasn't going to push her. Challenging her won't help her and probably won't be very good for my health. She'd probably try to kill me." Owen says teasingly. "You and Blye are very similar actually."
"I think that's the first time I've ever been compared to Miss Blye. What makes you think that?" Hetty asks curiously.
"I just think you're similar to her personality-wise. You're both strong women in a male dominated career. There's nothing that's more difficult. I have nothing but the deepest respect for you and Blye." Owen says honestly.
Hetty smiles at Owen's words. He's rarely so polite or so sweet.