"I miss him."
George looks up to meet Angelina's eyes; she takes his silence as an invitation to sit down.
She sighs and stares at the table. "I catch myself thinking back to stupid things he did during school…the silliest, most mundane stuff, and there I am again. Stuck in this revolting cycle of missing him and wanting to move on." She looks up at him, expecting a response: agreement, condolence, something.
He looks away in continued silence, having nothing to say to make her feel any better. If she was looking for comfort, she came to the wrong man.