"It isn't your fault, if you can't turn it off." It's invasive and a little frightening, but it's not his fault. That's important. He's not making a choice to invade her privacy. He's being very upfront about the fact that he is. He can't help it. He can't turn it off.

He can't turn it off. Wow. "It must be so incredibly loud for you, being around people in turmoil, people in pain. How do you cope with it?" She makes an effort to quiet her own thoughts. She used to be so good at that. She can so clearly remember, sitting in the patch of sunlight from her living room window, her back against the side of her couch, her legs stretched out in front of her, meditating on the beauty of life and the exquisite simplicity to be found in the decision to be happy. It's not so easy now.