[ He watches her for a long moment without saying anything, but silence between them has always been as eloquent as any words, and it is now, too, both in this moment and in the breath she took earlier, the pause that might as well have lasted for a lifetime. The look in his eyes is all sympathy and understanding; he'd been out for all of it, thankfully, once the blackness had swept in.
Just like he had the times before. He wasn't the one who had to deal with the sudden calculus of loss. ]
Nothing.
[ He tries to live in the moment, to keep from wondering too much about the things he can't control and can't answer, like: is there an afterlife?
But it's troubling him, too. It's there in the faint ruckle of his brow, the somberness that's overtaken his usual cheery warmth. Nothing. That's what they can expect, here, before waking up to find themselves not... quite... like they remember being before. ]
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Just like he had the times before. He wasn't the one who had to deal with the sudden calculus of loss. ]
Nothing.
[ He tries to live in the moment, to keep from wondering too much about the things he can't control and can't answer, like: is there an afterlife?
But it's troubling him, too. It's there in the faint ruckle of his brow, the somberness that's overtaken his usual cheery warmth. Nothing. That's what they can expect, here, before waking up to find themselves not... quite... like they remember being before. ]