We were swapping war stories.
A room full of people who had a parent die early, or become really sick. We talked about the moment.
"I was in college", he said. "I was working in a warehouse. I got the phone call that my dad had died, and then I had a shift, and I thought, 'I better go to work'. So I went to work. Then I told the guys and they said, 'Go home, man'. So I did."
She had made a comment trivializing the very disease he had been diagnosed with at the dinner table. He came to her room after the meal to break the news. "I felt like the world's biggest jerk", she said.
"It's weird now, I always feel sad. It used to be that my default was happy. But now, when I'm not thinking about anything, it's just sad", he said.
"Yup, that's pretty much how it goes", I said.