[ is it really fair, when he still recalls the lightness of his touch against his skin with startling clarity? when he still feels the warmth of it occasionally, in the most inopportune times? not that it matters to her, he's sure. this is likely what she wants anyway.
there's a set to his jaw, his eyes opening to stare briefly into the middle distance of the side of his coffin, and then back down to frown at the top of her head. ]
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there's a set to his jaw, his eyes opening to stare briefly into the middle distance of the side of his coffin, and then back down to frown at the top of her head. ]
Are you?
[ comfortable, he means. ]