[There was a slight shrug of shoulders, corner of his mouth twitching a bit.
Before he reached out and let some fluttering butterfly-shaped light drop from his hand to crawl about Jack's hair. Some weird little comforting warmth to it.]
One dead man to another, I guess.
[A little rasp back to his voice, but not enough to not sound like himself still.]
Worry about how you'll tell her when you have your head wrapped around it better.
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Before he reached out and let some fluttering butterfly-shaped light drop from his hand to crawl about Jack's hair. Some weird little comforting warmth to it.]
One dead man to another, I guess.
[A little rasp back to his voice, but not enough to not sound like himself still.]
Worry about how you'll tell her when you have your head wrapped around it better.
[Still tell her, but there'd be time.]