"Nah... just had a few more people to mourn but ones what no amount of memorials'd do right by."

He slips inside and can smell shower warmth throughout the room. There's a particular brand of clean steam to it. He sighs. "But I need to get better at apologizin'," so he doesn't just kick myself in the teeth. "Just wanted ya to know uh... sorry for raisin' my voice. An' I'm sorry about your brothers. I was just hopin' they had some kinda justice. Didn't mean to make it more difficult."

Though nothing can truly make the deaths of children right. "I don't take what people say at face value. I've seen how ya act, heard how ya feel, watched what you prioritize. That's all I need to know to give a shit about how ya feel." Because that doesn't feel as abrasively potent and loaded as 'care about you', even if that's true. Even if it really shouldn't be. People should be able to care about each other.