[He buries his face in Charles's shoulder then and doesn't let himself speak anymore. Of course Charles died. It's such a stupid thing to say, but - he has to say it aloud, make it real, he doesn't know why but he does.]
[His fingers tug at the shoulders of Charles's sweater; he speaks muffled into the wool.]
spam
[He buries his face in Charles's shoulder then and doesn't let himself speak anymore. Of course Charles died. It's such a stupid thing to say, but - he has to say it aloud, make it real, he doesn't know why but he does.]
[His fingers tug at the shoulders of Charles's sweater; he speaks muffled into the wool.]
'M sorry.