Her heart broke for him.  She wished she could say something, anything to make it better.  This was one time when there really was no right answer, she had to just sit silently and watch him be absorbed by his memories.   They ate in silence as she kept sneaking glances at him. She had no idea what she was looking for, she just needed to reassure herself that he was still there.  

She didn't eat much, her concern for him overriding her hunger.  She pushed her food away and looked at him.  "Do you want to talk about them?  Sometimes it helps to remember the good things, and not just the way they died."  She said quietly. She rose from her chair, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed putting herself closer to him.  

"We don't have to talk about your family, but it sometimes helps."  She said quietly her hand resting on his uninjured knee.  "Just let me know if there is anything you need. ok?"  Her eyes searched his face, looking for something, some clue to tell her what to say or do.  She couldn't determine if he needed to talk, or to forget.  

She herself was no stranger to loss, certainly the loss of friends, and even grandparents was not nearly on the level of watching your family die, but she did know loss.  She wanted to tell him about her friends, good men who were lost in a large apartment fire a few years ago.  The fire itself was not an accident.  There had been a local slum lord who needed to eliminate a particularly pesky property.  When the roof collapsed, several fire fighters were caught inside.  She had not trained as a firefighter, she could do nothing but wait until one by one they were brought out.  She and Marc tried desperately to do what they could, only one man made it as far as the hospital.