Not even the summer.

[jennaria]

Thomas is dead.

I was with him. I had to go upstairs and wake Stef, because I kept thinking that no, he was still breathing, wasn't he?

She is heating water for tea, and watching me like she thinks I'll break. Which...isn't entirely off. She is great and good and kinder than I deserve, given she has to work tomorrow morning.

(Crossposted to LJ. Because I need to occupy my mind somehow.)

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[jennaria]

:hugs back:

Thanks heavens for tea, the great soother of all ills. And for a fellow tea-lover as a roommate, who was able to rummage up something non-caffeinated so I got even a little sleep last night. Am still at the not-thinking-about-it stage, mostly, but the tea is helping.