Before Percy could stop himself he asked, “Had thought what?” Forgetting the years between them and having taken in the situation, the sense of defeat on her face, broached the topic as if they were seventeen again and he was privy to ask such questions. Immediately his cheeks reddened as he realized the overstep. “I apologize, you needn’t explain yourself to me. You simply seem….” He trailed off, the harsh reality of her mourning clothes fully sinking in. “As if you could use a friend.” He finished. The final word dying off almost broken from his lips.