"You're probably right." Ordinarily he would joke. Try to distract her, or make inject some dark humor into a situation already dark enough. It didn't happen this time. Instead he focused on eating, mostly in silence.
Jason was grateful for Death being there, but less out of loneliness than normalcy. Jason and Cass didn't always eat dinner together, but having a warm body nearby was still a comfort. It was such a normal, mundane thing that he could almost fool himself into thinking that there was nothing wrong.
He suddenly paused eating and looked up. "Do you hear that?" Jason stood up and seemed to wander around the apartment, muttering to himself, "No, this way... is it louder?... where did it go...?"
Finally he stopped in front of a coat rack from which was hanging a leather jacket. After a moment's hesitation, he reached into the pocket and shakily withdrew a small, silver cell phone. As he stared at it, the ringtone switched to the voicemail tone. "My work phone. Cass took it by mistake." He stared at it silently for a moment, then his lip started to quiver. Ah, he thought, his mind clinging to the last vestiges of dispassion before he gave himself over completely to sobbing. That's what's going to do it. The tears were falling before he was through with his thought.