[Brent didn't take a tissue, but he did after a moment remove his face from his hands. He took a slow breath, but there wasn't any air in the room cool enough for him.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I saw you and. God. God you look just like my little boy looked. He was just like you. Just about your age...
[His voice choked on every other word and Brent shook his head. Upset that this much emotion was still there, after all these years.] God... Its like he's back from the grave and I just. I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2017-05-17 10:24 pm (UTC)I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I saw you and. God. God you look just like my little boy looked. He was just like you. Just about your age...
[His voice choked on every other word and Brent shook his head. Upset that this much emotion was still there, after all these years.] God... Its like he's back from the grave and I just. I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry.
You can keep the money. I'm sorry.