I think so too. [The person she’d spoken to cared far too much to keep something like that secret, at least in Cami’s perspective. She offers Wirt a faint smile, not at all happy but still glad that he has that something for however long it lasts. Yet that panic had protected him in a way, kept the harsher truth out of his mind, and when Wirt breathes it out a moment later Cami nods in understanding.]

I know. [Even as perpetually prepared for the worst as she thinks Wirt must be, it’s impossible for her to think he could be ready for Greg to just not be there. It’s too much like death, and while that tells Cami exactly what Wirt’s dealing with, she wishes more than anything he wouldn’t have to.] It’s impossibly hard to lose your brother. You don’t know what to feel at first. Anger or sadness, or even nothing at all: none of it seems like the right thing, like what you should be feeling.

[She pauses then, to wipe her face and take a breath. Though they don’t fall, the tears in her eyes aren’t solely for Wirt’s sake.]

But it’s okay. Whatever you feel, it’s okay.