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[nothingtomiss]

With Remy sleeping, Brad ends up sitting on the top step with hsi face to the air. He's sobered up enough to feel it again, the ache in hsi chest, the absence at his side. He never had a wedding ring from Nate which he's got to view as a kindness now. He looks down at his hands and a tear rolls down his cheek

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[faithanbegorrah]

The smell of alcohol is still hanging around, making Terry sick to her stomach. All the reminders of her own past and the hurt between Remy and Brad (and she'll wait on her own pain, it's easier that way) is enough to make her want to scream. Life is unfair, wherever you live it, and Terry could kick herself for forgetting it.

She considers giving Brad some time alone, but decides against it. After checking on Remy once more, she joins him outside, settling down on the step next to him. She isn't sure what to say.

[nothingtomiss]

For a long moment, he doesn't move, but then he leans in against her, shoulder butting against hers and, a moment after that, he's reaching for her hand. He ignores the tear that rolls down his cheek.

"What am I supposed to do without him?" he asks. It's pathetic, it is, but he can't help it. He knows that Terry will understand.

[faithanbegorrah]

"You keep moving, love," she says, tightening her grip on his hand. Seeing Brad like this is wrong somehow. "People leave, but the world keeps turning and you turn with it."

[nothingtomiss]

He threads his fingers with hers, holding on to her like it will somehow make him stronger. He wipes at his eyes with his other hand.

"I don't know how to keep moving without him." He swallows. "I...if it was you too, I..."