Her kisses, her touch -- they help. More than he'd admit to needing them right now.
I — can't let him go.
He brushes his lips against her temple and tucks her head under his chin, smoothing down her hair.
Sometimes, he can't let his ghosts go either. There are days when he misses them; there are days when he wishes they would just find their peace.
Things probably won't ever be okay. They'll just have to continue finding ways to cope.
After a long time spent in silence -- for the dead, for memories, for each other -- Tommy squeezes her shoulder and turns his head, burying his nose in her hair with a sigh.
"I don't-- I never-- really talked to anybody about this."
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Her kisses, her touch -- they help. More than he'd admit to needing them right now.
I — can't let him go.
He brushes his lips against her temple and tucks her head under his chin, smoothing down her hair.
Sometimes, he can't let his ghosts go either. There are days when he misses them; there are days when he wishes they would just find their peace.
Things probably won't ever be okay. They'll just have to continue finding ways to cope.
After a long time spent in silence -- for the dead, for memories, for each other -- Tommy squeezes her shoulder and turns his head, burying his nose in her hair with a sigh.
"I don't-- I never-- really talked to anybody about this."