Hearing her say it makes it more real, somehow. Anzu puts down his cup of tea, and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes; he doesn't bother hiding that he's tearing up.
"So it was," he says, hollowly. "I suppose even here, few are able to leave a final goodbye."
He falls silent; in part it's to let Fever speak. In part it's because he's choking up, and doesn't quite know what he'd say, anyway. He'd come to assist Fever with her grief. He wasn't expecting to be ambushed by his own.
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Hearing her say it makes it more real, somehow. Anzu puts down his cup of tea, and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes; he doesn't bother hiding that he's tearing up.
"So it was," he says, hollowly. "I suppose even here, few are able to leave a final goodbye."
He falls silent; in part it's to let Fever speak. In part it's because he's choking up, and doesn't quite know what he'd say, anyway. He'd come to assist Fever with her grief. He wasn't expecting to be ambushed by his own.