He'd been wiping the same pane of glass for over an hour.
His hand lowered when he realized this, and Jet simply stared into space, watching the stars winking at him in the black coldness of space. He'd never felt more alone. Moving back a few steps, he sank into a seat, resting his forehead in his living hand.
His head jerked up immediately when he heard the bottle shatter.
Turning around, he saw Faye standing in the doorway, silhouetted in the darkness. Broken glass littered the floor at her side, but neither of them really saw it.
No words passed between them as he stood, and suddenly they were in each other's arms, and he felt her tears on his skin. He didn't even realize he was crying as well, his tears dropping onto the top of her head.
Together, in silence, they grieved.