"You're not crazy--" Jack started, automatic, even though he know Nick was right. So he cleared his throat and looked away as Nick swallowed his medicine, uncomfortable with casual way his brother handled his pills.
"I was thinking we could have a few quiet days before the funeral..." He leaned forward to look around Nick, smiling at Evie. "We could pull you out of school for Thurs and Friday, if you wanted." At a loss, he dropped his gaze and cracked his knuckles once more. He hadn't anticipated such resistance from Evie and now he didn't know what to say; in his head, things were much sunnier and everyone was far more cheerful.