From this prompt on Tumblr by shywhumpauthor:
Whumpee locking themself in the bathroom and turning on the shower to cover the sounds of their sobs.
They'd all cried on the shower. In their line of work and living so closely together sometimes the privacy to grieve could only be obtained there.
Invariably they'd have a window of time before a brother came knocking, always somehow knowing just the right time to be there.
Even Kayo had had her moments, and Scott was usually the one to pull her close and hold her together as she fell apart.
But…but why now was a puzzle.
Yesterday Jeff Tracy had been dead for seven years, three months and sixteen days.
Not that she'd been counting.
Today - today proved conclusively that he may well not be dead.
Everyone was happy. Processing the news, sure, but the air was thick with euphoria.
So why was she standing in her bathroom, white-knuckled grip on the sink, with the shower running to disguise her tears, her quiet sobs?
Why was she even crying in the first place?
A gentle tap at the door announced her visitor, and she wondered which one would come and check up on her.
She quickly washed her face and dried herself, turning off the shower. She crossed her room just as the knock sounded again, just as gentle as the first. Probably Virgil, she concluded.
But it wasn't Virgil standing there when she opened the door.
It was Alan.
He looked nervous, and before she'd even thought about it she'd enveloped him into a hug. They clung to each other for a long moment before breaking apart.
'I'm sorry, Alan. Not really sure why I'm crying.'
'Dad's alive. You've been grieving him almost eight years and then you find out he could be alive? I should imagine your emotions are all over the place. I know mine are.'
She gave a throaty chuckle and pulled him in for another hug, speaking into his hair.
'When did you get so wise, kid?'
'I had excellent examples in four brothers and a sister who were raised by the most amazing woman. Love you Grandma.'
And damn if she wasn't crying again…