Hal thought he would be better at coping. There was a stark difference in the last decade of his life compared to before. Snake had come into his life a whirlwind but stayed, steadfast, and for a while he thought if anything was forever it would be the two of them until the end. There's silence on the other end of the codec, or another voice. He actually misses the smell of cigarettes. Sometimes he forgets and almost calls out or talks out loud only to remember he's alone again.
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.










