"Bobby you okay?" with a cautious step I approach my partner as he sat stone faced staring at the crucifix pinned to the wall.

"I am fine Eames." he turns and smiles as if convince me his words held truth; perhaps to convince himself.

"She's in a better place, you know that right?" response comes as a nod as I watch him rub his fingers along the steam of one of the flowers brought as a gift of comfort.

"It's hard to lose a family member when they are all you had left."

"I'm still here Bobby."