Mm. [She lets him have the bottle and takes a generous sip from her tumbler.] We lost a lot of people, but each one was pain of a different kind. Getting used to it would mean everybody meant the same thing to us.

[She slings an arm around his shoulders again.] I would be deeply disturbed if you became used to people suddenly vanishing out of your life. It hurts because you care, that's not a bad thing.