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He gave a half hearted shrug to her offer. Asking for help, or trusting his feelings to others. Those were nearly impossible most times. How could he ask Stormy to hold his burdens? It was impossible. She'd done enough. She'd had enough. She wasn't okay, he knew. Because neither was he.

Otto softly shook his head. "No. I don't know him at all. Only through Nevada..." He hadn't cared what became of him. Nothing mattered outside of Nevada at the time. Apparently, according to Nevada's letter, he was important to her. Maybe he'd let her down by ignoring her plea to befriend him. He never did care for being told who to talk to. Even if it was a dying wish.

His phone was burning in his hand, clutched so tightly to himself it could have overheated. Memories of Nevada never faded, making her death all the more hard to accept. She was just away, that was all. Not forever, he tried to assure himself. But it was forever. There was no more Nevada Grace Burns. No more laughter, smiled and touches. No more warm body next to him in bed.

He felt cold. Alone. Empty.

"Not going to the party?" he asked passively, as if he just didn't care one way or another. He himself wouldn't go. He didn't like parties anyway, let alone a day he'd dedicated to looking back at lost loved ones. He'd even visit Sam on his way back, even though he was uncertain if she was even dead...

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Otto shook his head again. "No. I don't like crowds.." The food was tempting. Very. But not enough to make him brave a party that day.

"I went to Disney World on the weekend. Sorry I didn't invite you." He suddenly remembered Stormy was huge on it. Her and Nevada had coaxed him into watching a movie or two before. Having Stormy there might have been good for her, or maybe not. "Cami wanted to go, so..."

"It was fun. I mostly liked the roller coasters and hanging out with Cami. She made me take pictures with Disney Characters though..." He actually found that part a little funny, even if he'd been slightly irritated at the time.

"You'd definitely like it. Lemme know when you get leave. Or even... get Gale to take you. You'd have more fun with him than me."

"Howdy there pardner." Jan said warmly to Al. "Certainly has been a while. They had me out in the desert for a while so I wasn't around so much. But now I'm home again home again, no more roaming the prairies for a bit." He gestured at one of the trays he'd brought. "You should try the three cheese ones, I think you might like them."

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Otto finally looked up again. Stormy had always been smily and happy. But now? Sure enough, she looked half dead. Was it Nevada's death that had her down? Or something more? It wasn't like he'd have any sway in her well being. So he felt he couldn't help her. His eyes drooped down again, lowering to look over his girlfriend's grave.

"Yeah, there are. As far as I know. It's usually kinda quiet." Like he would know. As soon as he got off work, he'd blast music and ignore the world around him. "Why? Lookin' to get an apartment up there?" He himself loved his. It was his pride and joy, really. Everyone who came in said they loved it. Sometimes he kind of took that luxury for granted. But it truly was his sanctuary.

"I don't get why people think livin' in the towns is a good idea. Those houses are the first to go in an attack."

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Sunlight was something Jerry had come to covet. How long had he been locked away for tests? His usual sparkling and desperately chipper demeanor had definitely been knocked down a bit, but the important thing was he still had all of his limbs, and the scrapings from skin samples and needle jabs had all been mostly healed.

He supposed the Life Labs had run out of things to test on him- or at least figured he could use a break while they thought up more terrible things to do to him while he was locked away as their personal lab rat.

There had been quite a few times he had considered chopping his own hand off just to make them stop and let him go, but in the grand scheme of things, that had seemed like a terrible plan.

Memorial day... Had time really flown by so quickly?

He debated joining the cookout on the roof, but the fog was still in his brain. One step at a time, he figured. He wondered if any of his friends had noticed his being gone... but was fairly confident everyone was so busy they had assumed he was just on a mission or something. These things happened.

He crouched carefully to gather some of the flowers- Rin certainly seemed to have been busy, they were beautiful. A Life Division flag was added, along with a rainbow of colors in various species of flowers, some of which he recognized, some he didn't, before heading into the graveyard in search of a certain grave.

Jerry wasn't much of an artist, but with a piece of chalk from his pocket, he carefully drew what he hoped was identifiable as a dolphin onto the headstone before carefully arranging the flowers and flag under it.

America took the hand, giving it a firm but friendly shake. "America Jones, former Sun and new Moon," she winked at the other girl. "Yes indeed, she's one of my besties, and a ******** awesome Sun. It's a really fun and close division, even if I didn't stay there I gotta say, it's the best one to wake up into."