She didn't know what that was like- being in love. She knew it had to just as badly, or worse, as losing someone you loved as family. "Yeah." she said with a nod. "It hurts." shaking her head, Bonnie looked back up to Billy, now feeling bad for laughing at him. He'd received a lot of laughs when he arrived, that couldn't have helped any. "I'm in no way trying to get your hopes up, but did you know that some people who are dead end up here, and very much alive and in good health?" or at least good physical health, she wasn't quite sure about the mental health part. "Not that I'm saying wait for her to show up- but there could aways be the smallest of chances." which did always help, now that she thought about it. "And if not..." if not, she didn't really know. "I'm sorry about her."
So had she, infact Elena wasn't that good of a cook. She'd even order food and then put it into dishes to hide the fact that she hadn't cooked. Because her meals were pretty questionable at times. Quirking an eyebrow, Bonnie blinked at him. "...sweaty chicken?"