He chokes out another humorless laugh, poking at the remainder of the noodles agitatedly. He's done eating now, he's pretty sure, but the food gives him something to pretend to focus on so he doesn't have to look Terry in the eye. "Maybe that's, I dunno, how it's supposed to be. Y'know, me being alone." He wrinkles his brow in a "shit sucks, but what can you do" sort of way that's completely at odds with the utter desolation that's setting in with this notion.

He swallows hard and pinches the bridge of his nose, plunging onward, trying to change the subject. "I, um. I guess you've gone through this kinda thing too, huh. Losing...losing bandmates."