Rain pats against the glass windows of this modern house. Andy watches through the window. Not at the actual rain or the puddles it is creating, but at nothing really. He stands there often now. Reaching his hand up to his neck, he slowly loosens his green camouflage tie that he purchased the day before for this occasion and this occasion only.

Sharon stands behind him a few feet. She swallows, her gaze sinking to the floor. She knows she can't possibly fathom the pain her husband is going through. Her heels pound against the hardwood floor as she loops her arm through his. Looking through the window, attempting to find the object of his staring. "It was a beautiful service. He would have-"

"He would have hated it." He shakes his head, "Isn't that what the note said? I don't want anything. I'm with my family now?"

"Yes, but-"

"But nothing. It isn't what he wanted." Andy swallows, not moving from his stance.

Sharon nods slowly, "This...Mac needed it, Andy. The girls...they needed it. Even Rusty. Chad was there with Tricia, but he came for you...out of respect since he didn't know him."

"Yeah, I don't care who was there. It's not what-"

"Trudy needed it, Andy." She stops herself, looking up at him, "It isn't always about what someone would have wanted or not wanted. He got what he wanted. He got Aman and Kalila again. That's what he wanted. This is what people needed...this is what his family, our family, needed."

Andy doesn't respond, blinking slowly, "She carried on...like she was on a stage. Gave a hell of a performance-"

"She was a mother in mourning-"

"She didn't care. She didn't care about him. She doesn't care about Mac either. Walked right past her during the lineup...right fucking past her, Shar."

"I know."

"Ignored her. Think that didn't kill my little girl?"

"I know it did. I was...I held her in the car after we went to the cemetery. Do you not remember?" Sharon swallows, "And now Kate's been asking when he's coming back and why didn't we bring the flowers home and why did we put a dollar in his pocket..." She has tears in her eyes, but removes her arm from around his, bringing her hand up to quickly wipe her cheeks when the tears brim over. Sharon steps toward the kitchen, filling a kettle and placing it on the stove.

"I didn't-"

"You have two daughters upstairs still in their church clothes. One of which fell asleep crying."

He slips a toothpick into his mouth, moving it to the corner with his tongue, "Is she okay?"

"She will be. Time heals all wounds." Sharon swallows.

"Or it lets them fester." Andy's replies with a low voice. Most people wouldn't be able to hear it, but in some odd way, the connection between the two allowed Sharon to hear most of his mumbles.

She shakes her head slowly, unable to look at him, "This wasn't your fault, Andy."

"No?"

"No. This was a series of tragic events that you had no knowledge of their origins."

"I could have driven him to the hospital myself. I could have-"

"He would have checked himself out and you know it." Sharon snaps her head toward him, "You know it, Andy."

Andy continues to stand still before mumbling, "I'm going for a drive."

"Andy-"

"I'm...I'll be back later. Call me if you...call me." He turns and walks to the front door, leaving.

Rusty jogs down the stairs, sliding his mobile phone into his pocket. "He left?" When she doesn't answer, he moves closer to her as she sits at the kitchen island, "He left?" He asks again.

"I...yeah. Needed to go for a drive." Sharon says softly, sliding a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

He shakes his head, "You know he'll go and look for a bar."

"No, he won't. I trust him."

"Mom, you can't-"

"I said I trust him, Rusty. Can't that be enough for right now?" Sharon swallows, looking up at him finally. She puts a hand out, "Just...It has been a tough day for everyone."

"I know it has." He nods, moving closer, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine." She's not. It's obvious she isn't. Her face contorts slightly and she allows her teeth to bite down onto her lips after she sucks them into her mouth, "I didn't hate him."

"No one said you did." Rusty shakes his head slowly, pulling her into a hug.

"Eve thinks I do."

"Eve also thinks the planets revolve around her and that sushi is the only food in the world." He teases, holding the woman he's grown to consider his mother. Rusty smiles softly when he feels her chuckle softly against his chest, "He wouldn't have addressed that letter to you if he thought you hated him."

Sharon shakes her head, "I don't know why he did."

"I think I do." Rusty looks down to her, glancing over when the kettle whistles, "Want to get that?"

She nods, quickly collecting herself enough to pick her head up and pouring some of the boiling water into her mug containing a tea bag, "Why would he address it to me?" She swallows, tucking her hair behind her ear again.

"Because you aren't his mother and you aren't his father. You'd make sure things were done the way he'd want them to be."

"Which they apparently weren't, according to my husband."

"He's hurting. You know he is." Rusty sighs, "I'm glad you framed the picture."

"Made a couple copies too. That was Andy's first grandchild. Never even got to meet her."

He smirks, "That's very considerate of you."

Sharon shrugs, "He would have been great with her. I know it."

"Like you? It agrees with you, you know."

"What does?"

Rusty grins, "Being a grandmother."

Sharon smirks to him, placing a hand on his arm as she takes a sip of her tea, "It's been a week and I've only seen her three times."

"Only? You've only seen her three times?" He opens his eyes wider, messing with her, "How can you possibly go on about your day knowing you have only seen her three times this week?"

She rolls her eyes, "I was thinking of asking if we could watch her...Give Evey a chance to sleep through the night."

"We? Are you French now?"

"Well, how many times have you seen your niece?"

Rusty shrugs, "A couple and I'm okay with that. When she was born and today."

Sharon smirks, "Right, so shut up." She turns to face him, "Thank you."

"For?"

"It's been...such shit the past few days. I know he's hurting and...I know he's not going to let me in anytime soon. I dislike it very much."

Rusty raises an eyebrow, "Why is it like any other time?"

"What?"

"Why is this time like any other time when it comes to his feelings?"

She shakes her head, "Rusty, it's a traumatic thing..."

"Exactly. So, he's going to clam up and do what he always does. The moment you smell alcohol on his breath, you send him away or you get Mac and Katie and you go over Eve's...or somewhere, I don't care where you go, but you can't have them around him."

"He's not going to drink." Sharon replies quietly.

"Let's hope not." Rusty sighs, grabbing a mug and a tea bag, pouring water from the kettle over it, "Just be careful, would you?"

"I've dealt with it before. I'll deal with it again.".

"Mommy!" Kate stands at the top of the stairs, rubbing her eyes.

"Duty calls." Sharon offers him a quick smile before walking past him and to her youngest child.