[ under the susurrus of voices, hani scrunches their nose and makes a slight noise of confusion. they tilt their head up slightly, not really to look at him, but to let the invisible antenna in their brain try to ping for information in order to puzzle through what he’s just told them. ]

They loved you for eighteen years. How would you even begin to let go of that grief? And in only a year? Who says you have to let go?? Whoever said it is wrong, the math just doesn’t work!