"The boy who looked like Tommy, yes. I get not wanting to be a bother, but... well," I paused, tilting my head to try and imagine how I would feel if someone shared Spike's face. (And yes, I hated that he was the first person who came to mind, but that was just how it was.)

"It makes me wonder if talking more to this other boy might change him from a reminder into something whole on its own."

I paused. I was probably going about this the wrong way. Understanding how people felt and processed their emotions was never my strength, not even as a kid. Back then, I always learned best by listening, and ask questions, and prodding. I wasn't in the habit of it anymore, probably thanks to my job. You didn't ask questions as a hunter, not questions like these. Sometimes, the fewer questions asked, the better.

"How did seeing him make you feel?"