He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently, "I forget sometimes."

Alcohol had done it's damage to him. Numbed him to the point of no return. There were three people who'd somehow defied the odds, made him remember what emotions were. Beyond them though? He hadn't felt much. Seeing 12 for the first time had angered him, but remembering that people had actually died? Well. It wasn't his three. So there was no use losing it over death.

He doesn't say anything as he moved to dust a chair off for her to sit on.