Sebastian turned, glaring sharp with his heart thudding quick with the rush of anger and heartache. He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't summon the right words, couldn't argue what he'd thought at least once in the past few weeks swinging from one emotion to another.

It was the way she held herself that made him look away again. It wasn't that he didn't care how she felt or that he guessed she had lost people too. He simply didn't have it in him at the moment to console someone when the empty place where Jack had been was still an open would, raw and ugly and so very painful.

Maybe it was selfish, but a part of him was glad she wasn't talking about death like it was something that would make him stronger so he could move on and become a better person. She wasn't trying to make him feel better. And part of him was angry because it didn't happen every day for him. It happened once. The one and only person who had wanted him, loved him, made him feel he could be more and better and happy for the first time in his life.

"Who would I be if I had never met him?"

He didn't regret meeting Jack. He just wanted him back.