Jaeger just meets Hickey's gaze, steady and unconcerned. He's not going to throw stones about a man's name, especially as someone who doesn't even use his own born name. He tucks the lighter back into his pocket, then settles into something more relaxed but still watchful. This isn't a man who lets his guard down often.

"Sometimes, it's good to remember a friend, and share it with others. To see that other people miss them, too." He glances out into the distance, thinking. He's never been good at this part, either. A degree in psychology helps, but only so much.

"Death is harder for some people than others. Especially when it's violent and unexpected, a lot of them aren't used to it."