Gene nods, and steps inside. "I should be the one making tea," he says, but if there's a comfort in the ritual for Raine, he's not about to deny it to her.

"I'm sorry that this happened. Truly. I know you're probably hearing that a lot, and it sounds like a platitude."

It probably doesn't help to hear, but he wants to say it all the same.

"I wanted to...do something for you. When I heard." He holds the small box out toward her. It's wooden, and nicely carved. Not by his own hand - that's not one of his talents. But the box itself is clearly artisan-made.