Elliot lets him, his eyes focused on where their hands connected and he shook his head. "There's really nothing anyone can do about it now," he said, lifting his shoulder and wanting to drop the topic as the wave of sadness kept hitting him. He didn't think that TJ needed to know that he hadn't been able to do anything for her really.

He didn't even know where she was buried, or if she'd been buried. Had anyone ever found and claimed her body? He could look it up sure, but he'd never had the heart to do it. He wasn't ready to know.

"Wanna do some coke?" he asked, putting the cigarette out. He had some left from the last time Darlene had brought over a stolen cache of drugs.