Josie's chest wrenched in pain for this man she had only just met. She took the locket, as if she'd break it, and gently opened it, her eyes dropping to the pictures within. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she felt pain for this man, the locket still held in the palm of her hand. "They're beautiful, Aaron," she looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and he seemed somewhat taken aback. She quickly wiped the brimming tears away with one hand. Despite growing up without a mother, or having her father force himself into her life when she was almost full grown, she realized it would have hurt terribly had she known her mother for long enough to even remember her, and then had her ripped away. It was the same with her father. This man before her had lost everything he valued in a mere few years, almost back to back. As if, as soon as he got back to his feet, life knocked him back on the ground and guffawed in his face. Josie pulled the locket to her chest, as if hugging it herself, and bowed her head wipe her eyes once more. 

Josie leaned forward, either sides of the necklace the locket sat on, in her fingers. She rested her arms on his shoulders and hooked the locket's chain back together. She leaned away again and said a soft apology for getting so close to him once again. The music had began to seem dull to her. She sent a quick text to her assistant and stood up, smiling down at Aaron. "Let's blow this popsicle stand," she teased, in hopes to lighten the mood, and offered her hand out to Aaron. "We can talk more where it's not so loud." He took her hand, in nothing more than a friendly way, and Josie led him out. Her assistant would be there soon after they left to get the interview Josie had came their for. They walked a little while in silence, passing the subway entrance. She figured they'd just catch the next one, or a taxi, once she was done talking to him. 

"I'm sorry," she finally offered, eyes trailing up to meet Aaron's. "I honestly couldn't imagine something like that happening. I mean, I've had my share of heartache, loss, everything, but nothing to that extent. I'm sorry I can't relate to it better." His words played over in her mind again and again. If he had been alone since he was twenty, how did he live somewhere? Realization washed over her like a brooding wave. She bit her lip, realizing she still had a hold of his hand. "Ah, sorry," she tried to appear calm and collected about the situation, but she couldn't hide the way her cheeks flushed. Her mind screamed at her just to ask and go for it. "Aaron..." his eyes turned to hers and she laughed nervously. She was never nervous! "Let's go grab dinner," she groaned inwardly. Part of her didn't want him to go back to where he came from, alone with just his thoughts of the family that had passed on, but she still didn't know him well enough to offer her couch up. Maybe after they talked more she'd find it easier.