"Oh, Rosie," Neil murmurs, voice tender as he holds her close and lets her melt with the agony of it. It's miserable, every time, to lose someone, but especially someone so very, very close like that. And to lose them when you're expecting to see them?

At least she was with people when it happened, but does that really make it any better? They could share the burden of it together, but all that means is they all had that same misery. Neil appreciates that he gets to share a bit of it, too.

"I know," he says, nodding a little, nuzzling into her hair. "I know how awful that is."