[What more is there to do? He doesn’t do anything. He killed his roommate. It didn’t work. He died. He knows it was for nothing.
[Is hugging a dead man for nothing? It matters. His head thunks down, and that’s all the answer he needs to give. She doesn’t pull back, then; moves a hand to the back of that heavy weight. One learns to carry it, after a while. Never truly gets easier.
[But no one’s watching. He doesn’t have to be a ghost to linger. She doesn’t have to know where he’s gone to care.
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[What more is there to do? He doesn’t do anything. He killed his roommate. It didn’t work. He died. He knows it was for nothing.
[Is hugging a dead man for nothing? It matters. His head thunks down, and that’s all the answer he needs to give. She doesn’t pull back, then; moves a hand to the back of that heavy weight. One learns to carry it, after a while. Never truly gets easier.
[But no one’s watching. He doesn’t have to be a ghost to linger. She doesn’t have to know where he’s gone to care.
[For now, he can rest.]