It's a deep grunt at the pit of his throat; his breath feathers her hair, his heart beats against her ear. He stares up at the ceiling.
"Years before I started coming to Milliways. I see-- dead people in my dreams. And-- when I drink. I don't even hafta be drunk, just-- even just a little alcohol in my system, and-- I see them. They talk to me, I talk to them, they follow me wherever I go."
He pauses, swallows.
"These people-- most of 'em are people who I tried to save. From fires, car accidents, whatever. Some of 'em are just kids. Others are guys I used to work with. Guys on my crew. Who we lost on the job. My cousin-- my best friend-- was one of 'em."
He sniffs, his breath hitching as he grits his teeth against everything.
"And I've seen Connor even though I ain't had a goddamn drop to drink since he died, so I dunno what the hell it's gonna take to stop 'em from coming."
no subject
It's a deep grunt at the pit of his throat; his breath feathers her hair, his heart beats against her ear. He stares up at the ceiling.
"Years before I started coming to Milliways. I see-- dead people in my dreams. And-- when I drink. I don't even hafta be drunk, just-- even just a little alcohol in my system, and-- I see them. They talk to me, I talk to them, they follow me wherever I go."
He pauses, swallows.
"These people-- most of 'em are people who I tried to save. From fires, car accidents, whatever. Some of 'em are just kids. Others are guys I used to work with. Guys on my crew. Who we lost on the job. My cousin-- my best friend-- was one of 'em."
He sniffs, his breath hitching as he grits his teeth against everything.
"And I've seen Connor even though I ain't had a goddamn drop to drink since he died, so I dunno what the hell it's gonna take to stop 'em from coming."