"People hurt, darling, they hurt all the time. I've always maintained that's not an excuse for abhorrent behavior." Yes, what Naea's father did was entirely terrible and no one could argue otherwise - you just don't do shit like that. "But what I've always liked about you is that you never used anything as an excuse either," he went on, meeting her gaze. And truly, he did think that. If Naea followed the same logic of most who came from less than ideal circumstances while growing up, she would feel free to act like a drunken fool with no regard for anyone, and completely blow her money on stupid crap. "There are a lot of things to admire about you. I think you should go to the funeral," he nodded. "It might help you get closure somehow."
The chill was noticeable to him too, and he suddenly became more alert. That was odd. "No, it....feels a little cold too," he said, shifting on the couch. "Drink more. That'll help. Ah, not that I'm trying to get you drunk or anything..."