not an angel, not a god
"Aaron has spent the last couple of months wondering what was real, which parts of their relationship, their marriage, could withstand the examination of hindsight, and has come up with nothing. He doesn’t really know John. He saw him for the first time today, mask off, as they were speeding towards collision."
Aaron reflects on everything that happened with John and Robert as he sits waiting at the hospital
A little additional scene for Corriedale.
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