As he finally glances back up at Verity, Orym's expression softens with a wistful smile. "Thanks. It is." It isn't often that he feels like smiling or like sharing more when he first tells someone about Will, but Verity's quiet understanding puts him at ease. "We were teenage sweethearts who got married young. I was lucky to have him for so long. I miss him every day, but I wouldn't trade our time together for anything."

Pushing his hands into his jacket pockets, Orym comes to a stop at the next intersection while they wait for the light to change over. The place they're headed isn't too much further.

"Sorry to bring all of that up so suddenly," he says. "I know it's not something most people are comfortable hearing about." Not people he's only just getting to know, anyway. His friends are happy to listen to him talk about Will when he wants to because they care about him. He can't expect the same from everyone.