( he sat out here long enough to make his peace with it. the only sign he's been cryin' is the redness to his eyes an' the fact he's still a bit congested. he knows it's not quite an answer, an' so after a moment he amends; )
Ain't ever had anythin' hit me like that. Hard to mourn a man when you spend most'a your wakin' hours with his ghost, you know? ( he glances down at where he ain't let go of her hand yet, an' his fingers flex. ) I just miss him, is all.
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( he sat out here long enough to make his peace with it. the only sign he's been cryin' is the redness to his eyes an' the fact he's still a bit congested. he knows it's not quite an answer, an' so after a moment he amends; )
Ain't ever had anythin' hit me like that. Hard to mourn a man when you spend most'a your wakin' hours with his ghost, you know? ( he glances down at where he ain't let go of her hand yet, an' his fingers flex. ) I just miss him, is all.