Lone
At times, Thor would breathe sharply and lean on the nearest table for support.
When this happened, the conversation paused, then either deflated and overcompensated. Darcy would joke more extravagantly, or Erik would nervously change the subject, or Ian would announce they all needed tea.
Jane might ask Thor is he was all right, and Thor would smile and relinquish the table and rumble an assurance.
Mostly, they tried to talk over Thor's grief, because none could share in it.
Jane wondered why the ghost was haunting them all.
She dreamed of him, a faceless creature with only dark eyes and a laughing mouth, tugging on Thor's sleeve. Just a child. Brother, let's go!
She woke with stuttering breaths and tears on her face.