Futile
They wanted to know if there was anything that they could get for him. Names and faces he didn't know and had never met offered their deepest sympathies and most heartfelt regrets in regard to his loss. "He was so young" and "it's such a tragedy", but he noticed that there one condolence in particular that came out of everyone's mouth.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
He smiled painfully each time and expressed his thanks because if he took his mind off autopilot, even for a second, Red was sure he'd lose his composure entirely. Everyone kept asking the same goddamn question, in spite of how futile it was.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
'Yeah.' Red thought, 'I want my fucking lover back.'