[They'd always called him the old soul, but Bev was right there with him. Like decades of time had passed while she'd been floating. She was never the same after that, none of them were, but she aged faster than any of them.
Stan sits back in his chair the discomfort in his posture evident, but he's not going to turn her away, not now or ever.]
We're not fine? You guys- you didn't make it out? How much have you seen?
[It hits him harder than it should have, the context and the nature of the situation might be primarily focused at him. How does someone ever tell their best friend from childhood they don't regret killing themselves? It's a tough call, the cup of coffee meets his lips.]
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Stan sits back in his chair the discomfort in his posture evident, but he's not going to turn her away, not now or ever.]
We're not fine? You guys- you didn't make it out? How much have you seen?
[It hits him harder than it should have, the context and the nature of the situation might be primarily focused at him. How does someone ever tell their best friend from childhood they don't regret killing themselves? It's a tough call, the cup of coffee meets his lips.]