"Comiserate?" Trixa snorted. It wasn't that she doubted he felt Zeke's absence, it was that he had the gall to compare it to hers. He's always had friends, comrades, brothers, the ever-present Robin dashing in and out of his life. She had Leo and her mother. And Griffin and Zeke. And that was it. Sure she drifted in and out of the lives of others, but in terms of the people she could count on, the people she thought of when someone said, "family?" That was it.

She leaned back in her chair, using every inch of her petite frame to stretch out and look casual. "So, what? You want to hold me while we cry? Should we start a campfire and tell stories of our friend until the sun comes up? Or maybe we should head to the Winchester, have a few drinks? Although..." She leaned forward, "if I remember correctly, me drunk generally leads to things you hold grudges over."