[You made me sad, he wants to tell her, but he can't. Not only because he doesn't know how to make the words come out, but because it feels less real than the pain Chris felt. It only just came to him now. How can that be the same thing?]
[His mouth twists as his fingers lock together in his lap, almost painfully. There's a phantom sense of broken bones, not real anymore, but it's easier to focus on that than on Cass's presence.]
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15/7/13 22:27 (UTC)[His mouth twists as his fingers lock together in his lap, almost painfully. There's a phantom sense of broken bones, not real anymore, but it's easier to focus on that than on Cass's presence.]
[When he speaks at last, his voice is thick.]
Sorry I was such a bad brother.