"Maybe it's good for him to go off and play with his friends for a bit," he nodded, knowing that his mood wasn't the best.
He hated funerals, and normally right now he'd be sitting alone by the bar and drowning his sorrows. But Daphne was standing by him, and he had learned his lesson about drinking.
Besides, he'd learned that even though Millicent had organised it all, the bill had come to him. He wanted to growl at Millicent about that, but with people gathering to celebrate Rosmerta's life, he chose to keep quiet, for now.
He didn't want to think of Daphne as being a ... comfort, but he wasn't going to tell her to leave.
"I know," he sighed, and letting all his frustration just vanish as she rubbed that mark. " I just wish... well, you know." He shrugged, and took a sip of his drink, turning and giving her a half smile.