[ They had become so co-dependent after February: suddenly slamming back into this universe with ten years' of inextricable companionship in the City (even blurry as it is), combined with everyone else vanishing on them. Abruptly. Overnight.
And now it is, if possible, even worse. That loss felt even more sharply and keenly, like a splinter under his nail, the assumption that everyone was dead. He feels a vague discontented guilt over it, now knowing: she'd never given up hope, but he had. ]
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And now it is, if possible, even worse. That loss felt even more sharply and keenly, like a splinter under his nail, the assumption that everyone was dead. He feels a vague discontented guilt over it, now knowing: she'd never given up hope, but he had. ]
I'll do my best.
[ Dry and understated humour, as ever. ]