Seamus had spent the majority of the funeral staring at Rosie's casket, unable to get the image of how he had found her out of his mind. The memory of her in the tub that day...well, he knew that would never go away.
At one point, Cormac had laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, but Seamus shrugged it off, not wanting to be touched just then.
At the wake, Seamus distanced himself from the others, sitting at a table away from the rest of the guests. He spent his time thinking about Rosmerta. About Mandy, Romy, Sophia, Lavender, his parents, Hannah...anyone and everyone who had ever meant something to him who were no longer alive.
He was so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed Terry sit down next to him until he felt his hand on his arm. He looked over, wanting to tell whoever had just sat down to buzz off, but when he realised it was Terry, he let out a breath and looked back down at the floor.