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[ oh... cute. what an utterly charming picture - it's so, so bittersweet, to see such a sweet scene captured, knowing that adolphe will never know.

he lifts his free hand, slowly - brushes a finger against the front of the phone, and just admires it for a moment, heart heavy in his throat. adolphe, who gruffly informed him he used to be the big brother of his orphanage. who came to sit by his side when he returned for a while, and didn't pry, but kept him company even if he didn't know what to say.

after the events he went through on thursday, the sudden, pointless loss of those you care for in a flash of violence where you can do nothing of it - it makes these pictures even more important. records. reminders. things that were. ]

... A precious, precious memory indeed, of a precious bond between two souls. [ a pause, and then, softly: ] Do you have any others? Pictures.

... no.

[ a little sadly, wistfully ]

I tried to take more this week... but I always forget when I'm with him. We just start talking again, as if we have all the time in the world. As if I hadn't already lost him once. Maybe I was trying to forget.

[ maybe he was trying to hold onto some sense of peace, that maybe in a place like heaven he really could just get to have forever with his best friend ]

I miss him already. Again.

You lost him already... oh, Yves.

[ he pulls his hand away from the phone screen - feeling his heart swoop down into his stomach, at the measure of loss. to have something so precious snatched away from you not once, but twice. pointlessly. painfully.

he leans a little bit into him, a little bird tucking in to provide a little warmth, to try to provide something solid to lean on. a little comfort, in the face of such a yawning force of ache. ]

...He must have treasured every moment you had together, too. [ adolphe, with that giant heart of his. ] To have a second chance snatched away so cruelly does not feel much like Heaven.

[ yves shifts to accommodate taair's shift, still worried about his injuries. he'll let his head rest against his, closing his eyes as he lets the ache of it weigh in his chest. ]

... it's a wound reopened, is all.

[ but he doesn't disagree. adolphe had been the one to say it to yves just a few days ago. a memory he keeps close, even if it's tinted with wine and blurry edges. Yves, I'm glad that I have you in my life and afterlife. ]

But... I do agree. I didn't think I'd make it to Heaven, but I thought if I did... it'd just be a place where I get to see my friends again. [ after losing almost all of them. one by one. starting with adolphe. will that cycle repeat again? ]

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