Instead of sagging with sympathy, Roger's shoulders tightened another notch, but he didn't move to touch the other man. He knew how he would feel, how he had felt when people he loved disappeared, abd a reassuring touch on the fucking shoulder just didn't quite cut it.
"Im sorry," he said, stupid as it sounded. "What are you doing, though?" The hole was too small to be some kind of memorial or something.
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Date: 2009-07-19 07:46 pm (UTC)"Im sorry," he said, stupid as it sounded. "What are you doing, though?" The hole was too small to be some kind of memorial or something.