"I know, honey," Luke says, his voice soft and hoarse. "So do I."
But if it were a bad dream, he feels like it would be over now. They wouldn't still be huddled in Jack's bed, two broken pieces of what used to be a whole. Luke wouldn't be wondering where to go from here, where to start trying to put things back together. He wouldn't be thinking that it will happen one day, probably without his trying, when he'll look at Jack and realize just the two of them together feels whole again.
Missing something, yes, always missing something, but still somehow a whole.
Right now it doesn't matter that eventually a day will come when things feel easier. He's been through loss before and he knows everyone comes out on the other side eventually, no matter how awful they feel at first, but it doesn't matter. That future is so far away, so seemingly impossible that he can't even say those words to try and comfort Jack.
"I wish he was still here, too," he whispers, then kisses Jack's hair again. "I wish that more than anything."
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But if it were a bad dream, he feels like it would be over now. They wouldn't still be huddled in Jack's bed, two broken pieces of what used to be a whole. Luke wouldn't be wondering where to go from here, where to start trying to put things back together. He wouldn't be thinking that it will happen one day, probably without his trying, when he'll look at Jack and realize just the two of them together feels whole again.
Missing something, yes, always missing something, but still somehow a whole.
Right now it doesn't matter that eventually a day will come when things feel easier. He's been through loss before and he knows everyone comes out on the other side eventually, no matter how awful they feel at first, but it doesn't matter. That future is so far away, so seemingly impossible that he can't even say those words to try and comfort Jack.
"I wish he was still here, too," he whispers, then kisses Jack's hair again. "I wish that more than anything."