Outside Eternity
Continued from here
You can't take anything with you
except the love
the love that I have for you...
They wouldn't stop, even when Jack had cleared his throat and his eyes enough to speak, enough to see. He ignored the tears and let them streak his face as he answered as clearly as he could without turning to look at Booth. As he spoke he scanned the room, bare, empty but for the narrow bed and battered dresser and a single upholstered wing chair.
"She would have left for the season over Veteran's Day weekend. That's the official house closing for the staff. So she would have been living here still when she died."
He scuffed his face roughly and pinched at his chin to gather some composure, turned and looked at Booth.
"Peter is the butler, supervisor for summer staff. He's a good man. He would have tried to do the right thing with her belongings. But she didn't..."
Jack's voice trailed off, and the pain of the truth made him stutter with anguish. "She ... she didn't have anyone. There was ... was nobody to send her things to, Booth. And..."
He looked into Seeley's face. Remembered the naked emotion he'd shown, how he'd opened himself for that brief moment in his hallway, standing in his stocking feet on shards of glass, asking... needing...
Jack swallowed hard. "There was nobody but me. And nobody knew about us, Seeley. I know that she took what we -- what we had to the grave."
You can't take anything with you
except the love
the love that I have for you...
They wouldn't stop, even when Jack had cleared his throat and his eyes enough to speak, enough to see. He ignored the tears and let them streak his face as he answered as clearly as he could without turning to look at Booth. As he spoke he scanned the room, bare, empty but for the narrow bed and battered dresser and a single upholstered wing chair.
"She would have left for the season over Veteran's Day weekend. That's the official house closing for the staff. So she would have been living here still when she died."
He scuffed his face roughly and pinched at his chin to gather some composure, turned and looked at Booth.
"Peter is the butler, supervisor for summer staff. He's a good man. He would have tried to do the right thing with her belongings. But she didn't..."
Jack's voice trailed off, and the pain of the truth made him stutter with anguish. "She ... she didn't have anyone. There was ... was nobody to send her things to, Booth. And..."
He looked into Seeley's face. Remembered the naked emotion he'd shown, how he'd opened himself for that brief moment in his hallway, standing in his stocking feet on shards of glass, asking... needing...
Jack swallowed hard. "There was nobody but me. And nobody knew about us, Seeley. I know that she took what we -- what we had to the grave."