[ Oh, shit. Drake pauses in what he's doing, the pit of his stomach dropping out. He didn't know her. Hadn't even gotten to meet her yet, but he knows what it's like to lose people in that way. For them to be there one day and gone the next, and it's a harsh reminder to him that it still happens here.
He breathes out, turning an egg gently. ]
I'm sorry. I know what that's like.
[ And he wonders, in some small part of his mind that he tries to ignore, if that's the only reason Sharkface came to him. Ultimately it doesn't matter, because he's here and he wants to stay. Drake just... wonders.
He shoves it down and brushes his fingers against the back of Sharkface's hand where it hangs beside his, offering contact and comfort. ]
We don't have to talk about it. But we can if you want to.
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He breathes out, turning an egg gently. ]
I'm sorry. I know what that's like.
[ And he wonders, in some small part of his mind that he tries to ignore, if that's the only reason Sharkface came to him. Ultimately it doesn't matter, because he's here and he wants to stay. Drake just... wonders.
He shoves it down and brushes his fingers against the back of Sharkface's hand where it hangs beside his, offering contact and comfort. ]
We don't have to talk about it. But we can if you want to.