"He was the same age I was when I died." Booker pressed his face against her hair as he leaned back using just a little strength to keep them afloat. After all these years he still wished he could save him. All that on top already watching his wife age and die, then his other sons...
They both understood grief on a very deep, ugly level. Booker trusted she wouldn't flinch from his darkness.
"Well, you know me, I live to serve." He drew back and smiled at her. He didn't need to bring them down with talk of his family again.
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Date: 2020-09-16 02:31 am (UTC)They both understood grief on a very deep, ugly level. Booker trusted she wouldn't flinch from his darkness.
"Well, you know me, I live to serve." He drew back and smiled at her. He didn't need to bring them down with talk of his family again.