In the end.

[glass_beddau]

Did my best, it wasn't much
Couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you...
[Outside the Whitechapel]
[Past lunch, too early to drink]Stop outside; it's strange to not hurry back to work, with everything that's going on and the day being cold and damp and rather miserable besides, but there's one thing left I

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[dorian_excolo]

"Okay. I know you've gotta go. Just... Can you stay on the line for a minute?"

"Yeah... Okay." I lean against the headboard, listening to the static, and it's nice, just knowing she's there. I remember lying in bed with her, watching her sleep; it's like that. And when I realize that I probably won't be able to do it again, the little smile that had come to my face disappears.

She talking again, then, and I realize I wasn't listening. "--says he misses you. 'n he's sorry. I guess." Wait... Who does she... But I know, of course. There's no one else it could be. The idea of them talking - him talking to her - I don't like it. But I don't say anything, either. It doesn't matter anymore, does it? Or it won't matter anymore very soon. Something like that. "I... you been okay, since I saw you?"

"Tired," I say, because it's the truth. I slept, before, but that doesn't seem to help. Constantine would probably say it's withdrawal. Feels like I'm walking through water. "I didn't think I could get used to sleeping beside someone. But I did."