"If I may, Miz Rose." This isn't something he's got far too much experience with- but it's not a letter of condolence and she ain't a Vulcan. There are social moors at work here he doesn't know how to interpret - all he's got to go on is the statistics that races that live longer feel deeper- and every loss is felt with a depth of grief fit to make any empath weep. This is Greg. Was Greg.

"Everyone grieves different but- I don't know if you should be by yourself? It ain't easy to lose a loved one." Understatement of the fucking century, right there. "Hav'n someone with you can help."