Realistically, David knew that it wasn't fair of him to say things like he was saying to Ellie. But he couldn't help but feel like it was true. Elliot was gone. And he'd had so much more reason to be alive than David did. And that baby... that baby deserved to meet his father; to know his father.
He hadn't meant to upset her. The loss was just so fresh. So devastating. "It just... it doesn't seem fair, Elle," he insisted, closing his eyes and shaking his head no. "None of this seems fair."
It was difficult, taking comfort in that, especially when there were so many things they'd never do again. No more comforting games of checkers. No more summer fireworks. No more older brother always on his side, defending him and standing by him whatever came along. None of it. But he didn't say that. Instead, he nodded along with Ellie's sentiment, no matter how hard it was to believe. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he didn't believe it.
"Maybe. It's just hard. Now I'm... now I'm the last one in my family standing. For the next few months, anyway. And..." he breathed in a shaky breath. "He was always there for me, you know? I didn't have the best childhood." He was sure Ellie would remember him telling her that. "But my brother... he always stood up for me. Stuck by me. Now I'm..." he paused. "Now I'm alone."
Blinking hard, he looked at her. "It's hard to take comfort in anything right now. I'm sorry."