[It's a little surreal- floating around while Clay hangs upside down in front of him. But at the same time, it's hard to care about that so much as he's listening to Clay open up about this. Which man, does he ever understand that sort of pain]
...She couldn't do that anymore.
[Just like when he realized his father couldn't carry him on his back when his feet got tired anymore. Or that he no longer could smile and tease as he cleaned up any scrapes or bruises Allen had managed to get from being...well, Allen.]
[No one warns you that it's usually then that the feeling of grief fully sinks in. Not when you're in shock, but...when the reality starts to sink in]
[He swallows and tries to reach up to Clay with his hand.]
...I'm sorry, Clay. I know what that's like, it's- [he pauses, trying to figure out what he's trying to say] It's not easy.
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...She couldn't do that anymore.
[Just like when he realized his father couldn't carry him on his back when his feet got tired anymore. Or that he no longer could smile and tease as he cleaned up any scrapes or bruises Allen had managed to get from being...well, Allen.]
[No one warns you that it's usually then that the feeling of grief fully sinks in. Not when you're in shock, but...when the reality starts to sink in]
[He swallows and tries to reach up to Clay with his hand.]
...I'm sorry, Clay. I know what that's like, it's- [he pauses, trying to figure out what he's trying to say] It's not easy.