Avery shrugged when Claire said that it wasn't too bad being back within the family. She knew it was true, but she couldn't help but feel that maybe Claire wasn't entirely happy with it herself. What even was a 'Bishop family,' anyway? Avery hadn't known the answer to that question for decades.
Claire's points were valid and everything, but her sister wasn't exactly in agreement with her. "I think that we both do. A lot. Otherwise you wouldn't be cursing and looking so uncomfortable. Otherwise you wouldn't still be sitting here, and I wouldn't be trying, however unsuccessfully, to tell you it's okay to be upset in front of me.
"But I guess we both lost that sense of comfort too long ago for it to change," she mused, turning to look down at her glass, tilting it to the side and watching the alcohol slip in that same direction. Her head listed in the same direction without her thinking about it, as though the drink was more powerful than her desire to prove that she could fight her grief.
She was tired of pretending like her relationships made any sense. Even the one she had experienced with Robin was strange, not half because neither of them were ready for it. Avery was hit with a sudden, desperate desire to remember what it sounded like when he said certain things, when he made fun of her, when he did anything ever. Perhaps Keiran would let her borrow the pensieve. She certainly wasn't about to go asking Millie about it, considering how much the woman hated her. Especially now.
"I wish that things had been different," she decided, not for the first time. "Maybe if we hadn't been so separated, I could've gone to you for help. Instead I sat here, waiting for Keiran to do something, asking Henry to look for him, and just wondering after him, Oliver and Jack. I should have found someone to help with Sophie, should've trusted mum more than I did. I've just had it in my head for so long that I'm on my own, so no matter how much digging around I did here, it would never have been enough to save him. I was right to try and find out the truth," she reminded herself as much as she tried to support her actions for her sister, "but I was never the brave one between the two of us. I half wonder what he would've done if it were the other way around."
She drew in a breath through her nose, pushing her drink away. "Oh well. There's no point in that, anymore. There's probably no point in me trying to explain myself, either, since I could've done better." Somewhere along the way, her tears had dried up, her tone had become nearly as lifeless as her eyes, and she had started leaning back against the chair again. "Maybe I'll just find a new house and move. I don't think his parents are selling the old one, so at least there's less of a time limit."