Liz
Graeme knew that things had been rough for Liz – and that was putting things lightly. He wished there was more he could do for her, and tried to be there for her whenever she needed him, even if she didn’t say it. After being best friends with her for all these years, he knew when she couldn’t handle things on her own, and when she needed a shoulder to lean on.

This time, however, he had gotten specific instructions to come over and retrieve the gifts she had bought for his son, Jackson – God, that kid was his entire world. After talking to Liz, he always felt compelled to kiss Giada, and tell his wife and his son how much he loved them – the thought of something like what happened to Liz ever happening to him was terrifying, and it broke his heart, which just made him feel even more sorry for his friend.

But he hated feeling sorry for her, because he knew she didn’t want him, or anyone else to. He always tried to act like things were okay, around Liz – try and get her back into the swing of things, since, well…she didn’t have many other people left, and he loved Liz too much to let her go through all of this on her own. So, he told Giada that he would be gone – for how long, he wasn’t sure – and that if she needed to contact him, where he would be. Another set of kisses to his wife’s lips and his son’s forehead, and he was off on his way.

Arriving at her place, he lifted a hand to curl his fist into a ball and rap his knuckles against the door. Stepping back, he hooked his thumbs into his pockets and waited for the petite blonde to open the door.