[He waits and the world goes silent, their room and each other. He waits and he listens to her breath. Wait. He feels the letters on his back, surprising him at first, but he stills to focus and try and pick out the shape of each letter. She asks him to wait, so he waits.

At last, her voice comes. It's a relief to hear it. He nods. Yes. He did something... something...

His brows furrow. He feels her so close.]

I understand...

[He wishes he could see her right now. He wishes he could pull her close, like any normal person.]

I just... I died... that could've been... it for me... [Should've been, a voice in his head whispers.] Whatever I did... or didn't do... it was long enough... and big enough... that I felt that way... It's scary... I don't want to... miss things again...