A normal part of the grieving process. Tony had been there before, it was even harder when you were young and didn't quite understand why things like that could happen. Or that you couldn't let yourself be gone forever.

It lead to really bad decisions.

"Sure, thanks," He'd add it to his small collection of personal effects, whatever hadn't been destroyed anyway. "You look after yourself, yeah? And will do." Well... whenever he got access to a phone. The Mafia took his.

That was fine, it might be weird if he were too friendly. They didn't really know each other after all, they'd just been thrown into each other's lives due to a series of really unfortunate events.