She looked down at their hands, nodding. "Okay. It's just hard because you're so much like him. If you just looked like him, it would be different." She sniffed a bit, not letting go of his hand. "Oh, I made some tea. You're the bartender still, right? You know how to make a Russian tea room?" She reached down to grab the bag, smiling as she walked through the hanging beads that decorated the doorway to her kitchen.