It hurts more than it should. We'll see them again. Only if there's an afterlife, and Wilhelm wants to believe there is. It's not Bay's fault — she doesn't know, and he didn't really say. Talking about it gives Erik's death that much more mass, and it's already a blackhole collapsed somewhere inside him. He swallows, and brushes his thumb against the outer edge of her pinky. The touch is nice.

"Yeah...you will."

A stiff flicker of a smile, and then he needs to shift topics.

"Hey, so, if you have any questions about how things work around here, or if you want a tour around town...let me know, okay?"