Cole's sympathy was faint, barely breaking through the layers of guilt and numbness that he wrapped himself in. Unlike with Jude, he didn't bother laying the body down gently or treating it with any sort of reverence. He couldn't bring himself to feel anything else because it was too much. It hurt too much to feel, he was beginning to realize.
"Okay." He turned and headed back to the car, grabbing the shovel and what remained of the portrait. Part of him was still curious to see what it looked like, but he never opened the bag even as he made his way back through the cemetery. It was eerily silent, save for the occasional distant sound of traffic. He dropped the bag next to the body, but kept a grip on the shovel. "We should probably take turns. I can start," he offered, already sticking the shovel into the dirt before them. Archer looked worn out, and it wasn't right to make him do most of the work.