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Who: Ferus, Siri, Trever, Padmé
Where: Siri's apartment
What: Broken boys and grieving girls
Voices. There were voices, muffled, outside the guest room door. More than one, and Ferus suspected he knew to whom they belonged. He burrowed further under the covers, covered his head with a pillow.
He could have reached out into the Force to confirm the identities of the visitors, but he didn't much care to. He just wanted to hide away and be left alone. Pain and longing had numbed him so much he didn't know where one ended and the other began.
Tycho.
More tears. There would never be enough.
Outside the door, Padmé held Trever's hand as she talked to Siri.
'How is he doing?' she asked, staring at the door. As if she stared hard enough, she could see through it.
Her heart ached for the boy at her side, for the woman in front of her, for the friends Tycho had had (including her son). But none moreso than for the man who had become her closest friend.
Where: Siri's apartment
What: Broken boys and grieving girls
Voices. There were voices, muffled, outside the guest room door. More than one, and Ferus suspected he knew to whom they belonged. He burrowed further under the covers, covered his head with a pillow.
He could have reached out into the Force to confirm the identities of the visitors, but he didn't much care to. He just wanted to hide away and be left alone. Pain and longing had numbed him so much he didn't know where one ended and the other began.
Tycho.
More tears. There would never be enough.
Outside the door, Padmé held Trever's hand as she talked to Siri.
'How is he doing?' she asked, staring at the door. As if she stared hard enough, she could see through it.
Her heart ached for the boy at her side, for the woman in front of her, for the friends Tycho had had (including her son). But none moreso than for the man who had become her closest friend.