Tony & Abigail
Abigail looked over the bar, her eyes settling on various drinks. He had an advantage there. She wasn't legally old enough to drink in Minnesota or Maryland, not brave enough to sneak booze behind her father's back. She knew the cheap beer that she drank in her father's cabin, and the fancy wines that she had with dinner at Hannibal's. Beyond that, she had no idea of all the different drinks. She was probably a lightweight compared to him, judging by what he'd said so far.
"Do you want company?" She asked softly. "I won't say it'll get better or time heals all, or any of that kind of stuff." Finding a way to live with the bad stuff wasn't the same as healing it. A simple reminder of a lost loved one could make the hurt come back any time. She never liked it when people pretend differently back home.