[He starts quieting down about thirty minutes in, but it takes a little over an hour for him to really stop, to not end up getting wracked, sporadically, by the aftermath of his sorrow.
After he draws in the first few easier breaths he's been able to take since he broke down, he's quietly tucking his head under your chin a little more firmly, and his fingers are curling up into your coat.
You're here. Thank Elaine you're here. He's so fucking blessed, so goddamned lucky that you're not going to leave him.]
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After he draws in the first few easier breaths he's been able to take since he broke down, he's quietly tucking his head under your chin a little more firmly, and his fingers are curling up into your coat.
You're here. Thank Elaine you're here. He's so fucking blessed, so goddamned lucky that you're not going to leave him.]