"Uh, yeah, sure," Rick said, suddenly nervous himself, instead of simply dreading. He followed her through the home and into the kitchen, sinking into one of the chairs there, his elbows resting automatically, unpolitely, on the table. Rick swallowed a sigh and looked around.
"Nice place," he said quietly, a little bit awkward around the strange situation. Just what is the protocol for this? Isn't there an etiquette book somewhere that has a chapter on how to tell a grieving woman about her fiance's final moments? Rick tried to push the thoughts from his head, but couldn't help but wonder just how much small talk was going to be involved here.