( Graham has had his losses, in his life, yet he does not suspect there is any that can compare to this one. he has never lost someone so dear, only to have them back for a blissful moment that turns too fragile to last. he can't fathom what it must be like, to grieve someone not once but twice, in the same instance. he can't really fathom what any level of pain would be like, without a heart, yet he can see the signs of it.
he wants to offer comfort, even though he is likely incapable of truly comprehending what his friend is mourning.
at the very least, he does not expect a smile. there is no need to pretend, in this moment, things are well. Graham does not take his hand back, simply kneels to join Achilles in his vigil, taking their hands both and holding on, an anchor past the dust and ash. it takes him some time to speak — of the two of them, Graham has always been the quieter one. he does not speak with expectation of answer, though, it is simply a truth he wants to share. )
I wish I might have met him. ( time could move painfully quickly in their missions, and by the time Graham had heard Patroclus had joined their ranks, a scant few weeks after he was gone. )
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he wants to offer comfort, even though he is likely incapable of truly comprehending what his friend is mourning.
at the very least, he does not expect a smile. there is no need to pretend, in this moment, things are well. Graham does not take his hand back, simply kneels to join Achilles in his vigil, taking their hands both and holding on, an anchor past the dust and ash. it takes him some time to speak — of the two of them, Graham has always been the quieter one. he does not speak with expectation of answer, though, it is simply a truth he wants to share. )
I wish I might have met him. ( time could move painfully quickly in their missions, and by the time Graham had heard Patroclus had joined their ranks, a scant few weeks after he was gone. )