He bristles slightly at that growl in his tone, keeping his eyes level as he tries not to have that flood of exhausting memories wash back over him. He remembered exactly where he was when he heard the news, an old diner near Route 66 with Coffee that tasted like boiled dirt. He remembered trying to call someone, tried to find out, who was hurt, who was alive, was anyone killed.

And then he heard that Gabriel Reyes was the culprit.

"Been thinking about it ever since you died." He has to lean his head back to keep from choking up, has to look away from that corpse.
"Ever since I had to bury an empty casket with your name on that headstone." His hand that isn't being worked on presses up against his mouth, trying to supress the tears starting to prick at his eyes.

"Dammit, Reyes, I didn't want to leave you. But you said you couldn't leave, too much to do, and I- I couldn't stay-"