There is a fourteen-year-old girl in Ireland right now, staring at an empty field where Skulduggery had just been standing moments ago, or, well, days ago now, and while she's been standing there staring at that empty space, he's been playing with ice cream and, and, and singing karaoke! Valkyrie coping with his death and he's just sitting here?

He sobers up long enough to lift his gaze back to Max, and then the laughter threatens to overtake him again because Ghastly would be dying at the sight of that absurdly expensive suit being absolutely outshined by a cheap polyester-cotton blend! And Valkyrie, bless her, she'd never forgive him for having a meltdown when something so funny was happening in front of him!

Finally, he manages to string together a full sentence, although it takes a beat to form. "I am... so... sorry. But -- but it looks. Looks great..."