...sometimes it feels, [he starts off, quiet,] like he didn't think about me at all when he did it. I don't have family left. Our friends were-- mostly his at the time. He met me at my lowest and dragged me up out of it, he knows I wouldn't have made it if he weren't there, what-- why did he think I would want to live alone? Did he not realize what would happen after he was gone?
[he clings a little tighter, there, knuckles white, but he refuses to step closer.]
...How often did he chide you for thinking too much? I suspect he did.
[Another step closer; they're nearly toe to toe by now, which is more than a little comical given the discrepancy in their heights. More's the pity, really; it would be nice to gather Ryn in and tuck his head against his shoulder and hold him, but it's just not feasible for a lot of different reasons.]
Mayhap there's no making sense of it, no matter how hard you try, or how much you might want to. It's all right to miss him. If you want to just...let yourself miss him.
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[he clings a little tighter, there, knuckles white, but he refuses to step closer.]
Here I am, dead before 150 anyway.
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[Another step closer; they're nearly toe to toe by now, which is more than a little comical given the discrepancy in their heights. More's the pity, really; it would be nice to gather Ryn in and tuck his head against his shoulder and hold him, but it's just not feasible for a lot of different reasons.]
Mayhap there's no making sense of it, no matter how hard you try, or how much you might want to. It's all right to miss him. If you want to just...let yourself miss him.