Beside you, Simon loosened his black tie.

Your eldest brother, Tommy, as well as his wife and son, had been shot dead. Because of Simon's job.

Now the two of you were sitting in the rain, getting soaked and sharing a bottle of vodka.

You hadn't exchanged a single word during the service.

Simon lowered the bottle from his lips, and after a stretch of silence, he spoke up.

"Look, I'm..." Simon rasped quietly. "I'm sorry."