Trey walked with his hands in his pockets, eyes perpetually straight in front of him. Although he didn't ever glance over, he felt Adam close to him nonetheless. He told himself not to think about it and he more or less didn't. Once they reached the graveyard, he glanced over at Adam to indicate he heard him, then went searching for Emil. He found him quickly and leaned down to look at the fresh grave. Lucky. Without much more pause, he sat down on top of the headstone, balancing with his legs crossed under him despite the relative small size of the stone.

Emil seemed a little lost despite the fact that he usually talked, considerably more than Trey did anyway. It was strange. He leaned down to poke the other man on the top of his head. "Stop staring at her." Because, it definitely wasn't natural, or healthy, or interesting to watch.