[His thumb runs circles over the top of her hand which he hopes is reassuring, not creepy. These are the last human tears she'll ever cry. If she cries again, she won't understand, won't even really feel it there, streaming black because an overflow that can't be explained as anything but hunger and pain without consciousness, an awful parody of human grief.]
Spaghetti... would be really nice...
[It might sound silly, but it's a simple thing and simple things are so, so very rare now. Same with families left unbroken.]
And... a mom hug...
[He doesn't remember his mother. He must have had one though. There's a definitive pain there that tells him he must have had something. If nothing else, surely everyone wants to be enveloped in that particular way, where they can be safe and protected no matter how small or helpless they feel.]
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Spaghetti... would be really nice...
[It might sound silly, but it's a simple thing and simple things are so, so very rare now. Same with families left unbroken.]
And... a mom hug...
[He doesn't remember his mother. He must have had one though. There's a definitive pain there that tells him he must have had something. If nothing else, surely everyone wants to be enveloped in that particular way, where they can be safe and protected no matter how small or helpless they feel.]
Sounds like... you were close...