Rich is quiet as César takes the time to compose himself, not really doing anything besides rubbing his roommate's back and just... waiting for him. To say what he needs to, or to do what he feels is right, or just to tell Rich to fuck off if that's what he feels.

That, naturally, doesn't come, but Rich can't help but keep it in mind. For now, he just tries to be supportive. "A memorial service sounds like a good idea. Did you even get to have a funeral for them...?"