[ his heart goes out to her in an instant, forgetting about his circumstances in light of hers. survivor's guilt, it's a very real thing. he'd carried it for a long time, but it didn't do anyone any good in the end — it certainly couldn't bring them back. impulsively, a hand comes up, brushing some hair off her face. he rolls his lower lip into his mouth and frowns, wishing he had the answers for her. but it's not like he has any for himself, so how could he? ]
I guess that's why I do it, too. You can't bring them back, but you can live. That's all either of us can do. [ feels fucking lame in the end, but that's all he's got, really. lame platitudes and dumb jokes. ]
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I guess that's why I do it, too. You can't bring them back, but you can live. That's all either of us can do. [ feels fucking lame in the end, but that's all he's got, really. lame platitudes and dumb jokes. ]