"No -- nothing. Or, well--" He winces. Laertes is like this, he doesn't mind it, but he isn't sure he has words for any of this. He says again, "I was moved." Then he pauses and continues, "Some bit of homesickness. There are... people I miss. But things here are improving, and in some ways better than I have been in a very long time. 'Tis hard not to feel it strongly."