Tony & Abigail
Abigail was glad she'd stayed behind him. She actually flinched at the answer. No one was that kind. An optimist, someone stronger than her like Ariel, might use that as motivation. Go on in Peter's memory. Fight the good fight. Et cetera. She just saw it as one more way in which life was unfair. Her mom. Marissa. Will. Dr. Bloom. Now, Peter. The good guys always lost.
"He was far too good." Abigail looked around the bar as she walked inside. It was close to a familiar way to grieve. Hannibal had given her drugs that made things hazy, until they didn't hurt so much. "The only place for him is your memory now. You need to find the right drink, where it's easier to live with, but not so much that you forget."