Avery watched Claire's movements, out of the corner of her eye, with interest. The older blonde was never so proper outside of work - not just recently, but ever. She didn't have the patience, perhaps. Ironically - or coincidentally, depending on how you wanted to look at it - Claire began to talk about how busy she was with work. Part of Avery wished that she was as well, and while she did have things to do, the busier she was, the less she would think.
Avery couldn't quite meet Claire's gaze, though she kept trying by flicking her gaze in her sister's direction. Ah. There it was. What a weighted question that was, and Claire didn't even realize it. Her gaze fell to her fingers where they were curled tightly around her glass. The liquid inside was deceptive. What looked like a plain soda, perhaps with grenadine mixed in, was actually a mix of soda, vodka and a raspberry syrup that was - shockingly - phenomenal. When she had asked for 'something,' this is what Declan had given her. Perhaps he thought the tinge of sweetness would help.
It hadn't, of course, but the thought was nice.
Clearing her throat, Avery realized she'd been silent for a few seconds, leaving Claire in the lurch. "Well... Sophie and I have been living with mum," she said, intending to start off easy, with something less important. But she realized, after she'd finished the sentence, what it might sound like. "I mean, surely you've heard that Robin went missing?" She added quickly, hoping it would make her sound.... better? Avery didn't know. Perhaps it didn't matter. It was selfish to think that way, besides. For all she knew, Claire was internally blaming Robin for whatever had caused Avery to move out.
Either way, she needed to just spit it out. She needed to tell Claire now, before she heard from someone else. Avery had known for days. Over a week and a half, actually. Somehow, after missing him for more than half of a year, she felt resigned to her sadness. The grieving process had begun long before Keiran told her what he had seen, so now she was just in that limbo between depression and normality.
"He left on Sophie's birthday, to help a friend, I think," she lied, knowing full well why he had left. "And, um... Well, he didn't come back. In late November, Keiran went to find him, but he didn't return, either. Until early last week."
She had to pause, pressing her tongue up against the roof of her mouth. It felt dry again, but she knew better than to just down the drink in front of her. She was more of a lightweight than she cared to admit, besides. Bizarrely, she felt tears threatening her from behind her eyes. She wasn't sure how she had anything left anymore.
"Keiran had found him, you see. In the middle of nowhere, lying in--in the snow." She finally turned to look at her sister, wondering if it was fair to put it all so bluntly. Unable to say the correct word, she went for something a bit less callous. "He's gone, Claire."