That's a new level of awkward that Tadashi didn't know they were capable of. This coming from one of two dead men who happened to choose today to visit their own graves.

He almost flinches and looks away again. His hands are itching to settle that hat back in its rightful place on his head, but he resists the urge. It doesn't feel right while they're still standing among graves, empty or not.

"Of course. They have a lot on their plates, too, though."

School, families, part-time superhero work... He can't expect them to be there all the time, and he doesn't. They certainly do seem to try, though. Tadashi looks back up before the awkward silence can sneak back in again.

"... What about you?"