Ernie turned away for the moment that he wanted to give Seamus a rather sympathetic look, and had walked just slightly ahead of him towards the hospital morgue. He wondered at the luck that had befallen him these past week or so.
It was enough that he wished that he hadn't glanced at his journal for the few minutes that he had that night after having woken up from spending most of the day sleeping or resting, or both. But he knew that it was important to be there for a friend, that it was particularly important for trying times such as these. He hesitated just for a moment outside of the morgue, wondering if Seamus would prefer that he just stay at the reception.