He didn't expect Omega to scoot in and try to comfort him. She didn't have to. A knowing look was shared, his resting hand curling into a loose fist.

"...That's how it is," Echo stated as much, letting it taper off into a worn whisper as he set the holo image aside.

It was common knowledge. It was an ache he lived with -- one that dulled but never truly faded away, remembering each of his brothers as they were when they were alive and well. But he shouldn't be thinking about this. "I should be the one saying sorry. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves."