[It hurts. It goddamn hurts, the realization that Roland isn't here. That his wife isn't here. They haven't been apart for a single day since they met, and now they've been yanked apart without a single thought. It makes him sick in the pit of his stomach, and suddenly he wants to vomit more than anything; he's starting to look a little green around the gills, pun not intended.]
Fuck. Well— [he's struggling bravely against the nausea, and he triumphs enough to sling his arm around Jake's shoulders. Jake is what's important here. He needs to focus on that, and not on the fear churning his gut.] Guess we're in this together, kid. Just you and me. Our own little ka-tet. A sub-ka-tet, if you will.
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[It hurts. It goddamn hurts, the realization that Roland isn't here. That his wife isn't here. They haven't been apart for a single day since they met, and now they've been yanked apart without a single thought. It makes him sick in the pit of his stomach, and suddenly he wants to vomit more than anything; he's starting to look a little green around the gills, pun not intended.]
Fuck. Well— [he's struggling bravely against the nausea, and he triumphs enough to sling his arm around Jake's shoulders. Jake is what's important here. He needs to focus on that, and not on the fear churning his gut.] Guess we're in this together, kid. Just you and me. Our own little ka-tet. A sub-ka-tet, if you will.