The moment she let their father's name slip out like that -- habit, sure, but a truly horrible one -- Rory knew she'd made a mistake. It felt wrong, for the first time really, and she was reluctant to acknowledge why. If their dad had gone out looking for Dennis, and he found her brother, then where was he? Logically, Rory knew. She knew he was dead, and that was why it felt like her stomach bottomed out when she muttered his name. Rory wasn't a horrid teenager anymore. Her father deserved more respect from her than she was offering. Even though she corrected herself immediately, it wouldn't change anything. Not when he was already gone.
She saw Dennis wince, though. And that just made it worse. Rory managed to stop moving long enough to hear his reply, but that single word wasn't good enough for her. It sank in, but she needed to hear more all the same. If she was going to accept the facts, she had to hear them. So once again, Rory shook her head, though when she moved this time, it was to approach Den's bed.
Hesitantly, Rory sat down on the edge of it, moving her hands to her lap so she would stay still. So she wouldn't fidget worse than Finn tended to. "He found you?" she asked quietly. She had to stay quiet. After swallowing, Rory continued with her questioning. "How...how did it all happen?"
She wanted to reach over, touch her brother's hand, hold him in some small way. But they had never had that kind of relationship. Rory didn't know how to build one now.