{Baracus, knowing how pained her thoughts are, reaches out to Lily via telepathy.} *There is one other who would mourn with you, Lily. Perhaps telling him of his friend’s passing will make you not alone in your grief.*
{Immediately his eyes latch onto the grave. As they get closer, Vic’s lip begins to tremble.} Oh Marc… {He kneels by the grave.} You big, stupid fool… how’d you let a mangy forest mutt kill you? {He laughs, but it’s empty.}
{He wipes his eyes.} And he was so scared of that happening again, that he avoided any and all intoxicants. {A short chuckle comes from him.} He said he’d drink with me one day…
{He hesitates, but hugs her back tightly.} He’d like that… {He begins to cry. It’s faint; barley audible. You can feel it more than hear it. His body shakes gently with grief.}
I agree. {He gives himself a once over. After declaring himself to be stunning, he gets up and dusts himself off.} I’ll be back in a few minutes… {He then leaves.}
{He sits back down in his spot next to Marc’s grave.}
05:45
Gods… I’ve only known him a couple months. {He pops whisky’s cork.} But I miss him like I’ve known him for years. {He puts a finger at the bottle’s opening, and sprinkles a little onto the grave. Then takes a swig.}
{He takes another drink, and looks at the grave a little while.} I… I’m going to go back inside. {He passes the bottle to Lily and gets up.} I do my best on my own. And now the shock has wore off… I need some alone time.
I am. {He crosses his arms.} I miss him, but what I need to process right now is different than what you’re processing. {He starts walking backwards.} But we should do this again sometime. {He then disappears back into the Hall.}
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