Thoughtlessly, he leans forward to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder before the dream and all its associations come splitting back to the forefront. He wavers, uncertain, then slowly lifts the hand to hook around the back of his neck.
"God, I'm sorry," he murmurs. "That can't have - god."
And he can see it, too, Daniel can envision in crisp, well-defined lines the kind of backwards decline Seth's entire everything must have taken after that, reduced to a victim of loss, left to crumble in the toxicity of his own frustration and guilt and self-blame.
"I'm so sorry," he says again, uselessly. The words sound hackneyed in comparison to the grief they're somehow meant to penetrate.
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Thoughtlessly, he leans forward to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder before the dream and all its associations come splitting back to the forefront. He wavers, uncertain, then slowly lifts the hand to hook around the back of his neck.
"God, I'm sorry," he murmurs. "That can't have - god."
And he can see it, too, Daniel can envision in crisp, well-defined lines the kind of backwards decline Seth's entire everything must have taken after that, reduced to a victim of loss, left to crumble in the toxicity of his own frustration and guilt and self-blame.
"I'm so sorry," he says again, uselessly. The words sound hackneyed in comparison to the grief they're somehow meant to penetrate.