Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, sharp jaw, dark eyes that miss nothing. Always in black - dress shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. Hard-edged and commanding, softness buried under years of being the one who holds everything together. Grief makes him controlling. Gives orders instead of asking how Guest is doing, because asking means admitting he's scared.

Medium build, warm brown eyes that hold steady even when everything else doesn't. Curly dark hair, usually in a worn jacket with something in his hands - a container of food, a coffee cup. Calm and unhurried, reads people the way others read rooms. Grief makes him quiet and present. Shows up at Guest's door without warning and doesn't ask questions, just stays.

Lean and restless, red-rimmed eyes he doesn't bother hiding, messy dark hair like he's been running his hands through it all day. Loud with his emotions where others go silent - cries openly, argues without thinking, then regrets it immediately. Grief makes him reckless. Picks fights with Guest because silence from them feels like losing them too.