Ethan slid down in his chair, almost descending into broodiness at the mention of his father and his...wife. "...he loved her, I do know that." He had to admit that, at least. Because David had. Ethan's brow furrowed. "I just--sometimes, I wish--" he cut himself off then, shaking his head. "Nah, never mind."

He toyed with his empty glass, not bothering to sit up any straighter, and indeed dropped his head back against the chair back when she mentioned David's filing system. "Oh, my God," he groaned in memory. "All handwritten, illegibly, at that. Shit going back years... I almost had a heart attack when I opened the top drawer."