She wasn't offended that he didn't go for the food, and didn't say anything as he took hold of his drink. He held out a crumpled letter and she gently took it from his hand if he let her. From there, she would smooth it out quietly and gaze at him for a moment before reading the letter. Ginnie bit her lip, folded the wrinkled paper and slid it to a spot in front of him on the bar.

What could she say? She knew it had to be hurting him, so telling him she told him so would not have been right. She just moved a little closer so she could touch his shoulder, "I know it hurts, Pony," she whispered to him. She had only ever met his sister a few times before, she seemed like a kind hearted person but Ginnie didn't know her. "And I know you might be angry too... But it's done. You cannot change it. You being angry isn't going to do anything but give you a headache. And she isn't here to hear you yell. If you need to yell, though, I am here. And if you don't want to yell, I'm here."