She waited until the woman left him alone at the bar before she slipped onto the stool next to him like a silent wraith.

He may not even have realized she was there until she patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. She couldn't tell, the grief and pain in the place was too thick for her to get more specific.

It felt sticky, thick and she didn't like it. It was all over her skin.

He would need to feel better. So would the others but he was slightly more important.