Michael knew that loss, especially of a love one --of any sort really-- was hard. Some people were closer to their pets than they were to fellow humans, and that was perfectly alright. Michael had loved his wife and daughter dearly, but aside from those two, he kept his "love" to a general Father-like sense. He tried his hardest to not let his emotions cloud his neutral perspective on things. Some days it was harder than others.
"The circle of life continues, and there's not a whole lot that we can do about it," he shrugged. It wasn't the most comforting thought, but Michael wasn't the type to lie to someone.
He decided to take a seat again, situating himself on the end of the pew so he was still facing Sebastian. "I don't keep any pets either. I know a few of the residents here do. I've seen a couple of dogs on the premises."
"I have tremendous respect for their owners too, I don't think I could properly care for an animal with the world in this state."
He thought on it a moment, a sort of melancholy look crossing his face briefly before he turned his attention back to Sebastian. "Oh yes, the bees. It's so nice to have honey to go with a good cup of tea."
His tea stash was getting low, sadly. And he hated bothering the kitchen ladies for more. Surely he wasn't the only tea drinker in the compound, right? Maybe one of these days, he'd venture to Ossining and see about finding himself some more.