( it's one of those uncomfortable situations where there's probably nothing she can say that can really make him feel better. there's not anything that will erase the weight and the heartbreak of knowing a kid is dead, whether Matt is as responsible for that as he feels or not. telling him not to blame himself won't make it easier, in the end, even if she could convince him (and she probably couldn't). Grizz would still be gone, the life of a good kid suddenly extinguished, and there's just no helping that reality.
words might be a lost cause, but having her close helps. and true to his word, he doesn't fall asleep right away. there's a good stretch where Matt just holds onto her and relishes that he can, lets himself indulge in that rather than fixating on anything else. it takes awhile but slowly he does start to tire, and she'll know it because his grip starts to slack.
he doesn't just pass out on her, though, letting her go to settle onto his back. )
Wake me up in two hours. ( or if anything happens, but, he figures that part goes without saying. the indulgence of closeness is over — she'd only be slowed down if something happened if he was hanging on to her. )
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words might be a lost cause, but having her close helps. and true to his word, he doesn't fall asleep right away. there's a good stretch where Matt just holds onto her and relishes that he can, lets himself indulge in that rather than fixating on anything else. it takes awhile but slowly he does start to tire, and she'll know it because his grip starts to slack.
he doesn't just pass out on her, though, letting her go to settle onto his back. )
Wake me up in two hours. ( or if anything happens, but, he figures that part goes without saying. the indulgence of closeness is over — she'd only be slowed down if something happened if he was hanging on to her. )