Connie couldn’t believe it…his best friend, Sasha, dead…lying in a grave in front of him.

He was still trying to come to terms with it- so absorbed and lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you approaching, your steps squelching against the wet ground. But when he felt a tap on his shoulder, Connie jumped and turned to face you, almost defensively, then his features softened and visibly fell.

“Oh…hey. What’re you doing out here?”