She gave a small shrug, her head tilting towards a shoulder as he mentioned being around family. Sometimes she thought it best that Ginger wasn't around. When they'd been forced to live together... Ginger had been almost a zombie, nothing really got to her and they got along- in the way two silent people could get along.
Once she'd left, both their lives had moved on, in different directions, but that was fine with them. It was hard to reconnect the two.
When Lee's hand came to rest on hers she didn't pull away, the large warm weight felt nice and she twisted her own hand slightly to take the grasp further, almost threading their fingers. Hestia turned then, looking up through lashes at him.
He was one of the kindest men she knew; he was always there to help even when they'd barely known each other, and even without asking- he still did more... She felt guilty for the strange pounding in her chest as she looked up at him; both for apparently disregarding of Kingsley's memory and the fear she only felt such a thing due to loneliness.
He deserved so much more...
"Lee-" Hestia stepped in slightly, a little closer to him, not sure what she was doing, he deserved more then a old baggage ridden woman...