Juliettee didn't mind walking to his apartment in silence. It was rather nice actually. Once they were inside his apartment, she removed her heels and placed them by the door. She watched Ryan for a moment before walking over to him. She placed her opened palms against his chest while her mismatched eyes looked up at him. "How are you really feeling?" She asked once more. "Usually people don't sit through a funeral with no emotions." 

Crystal allowed Waiola to lead her to the couch and sat beside her. She was small enough to fully curl up on the couch and into the crook of Waiola's extended stomach and arm. She felt gross crying like she was but good at the same time. She was never too close to Wally but she still missed him so much.