Anthony had been concerned about his friend all through the funeral and the walk to the wake. He knew what Rosie meant to him, and he could sense Kevin's feeling of loss, overshadowing his own.
He was unsurprised when Kevin went right for the firewhiskey. He ordered a smaller one for himself and Megan. He put his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "I know, mate... it is." He sighed and lifted his glass. "To Rosie."