April smiled. "And I'll make sure you meet Jackson and Meredith and Dereck and all the others. You'd like them, they're.. special." The memory of them was at once sweet and bitter. She missed them all, she could only imagine what it would have been like if she'd been in love with either of them.
She stopped walking when April went on, hearing the coldness to her voice. Turning she watched her, listened, trying to hear what was underneath the words. Suspecting what she did, she heard something else than what was told.
"I wasn't asking you to explain or to justify yourself, Abby," she said softly. "You don't have to do that with me. I'm not even asking about why things happened or what you were thinking. I understand. Or I think I do." Reaching out, she stroked her arm. "I understand what it's like to miss someone, and to miss the way things were. This, all of this, is so new to me. Half of the time I feel like an idiot, and I'm so not used to that feeling. I hate that feeling. The words 'I don't know'? Probably a few of the worst words I know. I get how wrong things are here."
"That's the other reason I wanted to talk to you. So that you know that you're not alone. All of us are facing the same thing. All of us are getting used to new ways of working while dealing with who we miss back home. I just wanted you to know that you have someone to talk to, that you're not alone in this." She sighed, biting her lip, hoping she wasn't overstepping her boundaries.
"This is just a suggestion," she said. "I could be completely out of line and completely wrong and if I am I hope that you'll forgive me, but it seems to me, that maybe, just maybe you resent G a little for not being Gibbs. For not being the one you can trust completely, the one who knows when you have something for him, the one who never lets you down. Could it be that you compare them and when you do, G comes up short?" she asked.