[A beat of silence that stretches perhaps a little too long passes, and then:]
Yeah, he's gone.
[And that chilly little statement is all she's going to say on the matter. The wound is still too fresh to play it off with a joke. She just doesn't want to think about it.
She continues to feel along the wall, one hand stretched out in front of her. She'd like to prevent another bump into his sweaty chest. Or back. Whatever.]
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Yeah, he's gone.
[And that chilly little statement is all she's going to say on the matter. The wound is still too fresh to play it off with a joke. She just doesn't want to think about it.
She continues to feel along the wall, one hand stretched out in front of her. She'd like to prevent another bump into his sweaty chest. Or back. Whatever.]
... I don't see the light anymore. Do you?