[He pauses, long enough to look over at him, expression something distant and sad. Something fond also twisted up in it. There's a big part of him that wants to reach out, put a hand on his friend's shoulder again. Like he could vanish all over again.]
[But he's got the cargo. That's enough to keep his hands to himself.]
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[He pauses, long enough to look over at him, expression something distant and sad. Something fond also twisted up in it. There's a big part of him that wants to reach out, put a hand on his friend's shoulder again. Like he could vanish all over again.]
[But he's got the cargo. That's enough to keep his hands to himself.]
She really did.
I guess we all did. Didn't we?