"Good, they just get in the way," she said with a grin, sipping her wine as she gently rotated the meatballs and stirred the pasta, watching the noodles for a moment before resting her hip against the stove, turning to him.
"Am I being any help?" she asked watching him. "I can shut up and let you be in silence if you need..." she smiled at him sadly. "I'm just...never sure what to do or say at times of loss, no matter how many times I've gone through it.