I promise you're not the only one. I really can't count how many pots of coffee I've burned losing track of time. It's sort of a tradition now.

[she knows it's more than simple forgetfulness, and she doesn't want to belittle it. But she wants to pull him further from the self-recrimination as well. It's a difficult tightrope to walk. So, even as she finishes laughing, her tone softens to something more understanding]

I think your sense of time will be less use to Horatio than your company. You... anchor each other.