*And of course she can't do this. What did he expect? Especially when he remembers her coming back to the bar after this, coming back to their room, too distraught for words...*
*And it isn't until that thought that it hits him: he's there. The younger him is there for her on the other side of her door.*
*And they've still got a year left together before she dies. And another year and a half after. Two and a half years he wouldn't trade for anything.*
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*And it isn't until that thought that it hits him: he's there. The younger him is there for her on the other side of her door.*
*And they've still got a year left together before she dies. And another year and a half after. Two and a half years he wouldn't trade for anything.*
*He manages a smile, and it's heartfelt.*
Shh. Je sais. It's okay.
*Goodbye, Meg.*
Go on.