[In the cold light of day we're a flame in the wind]
isaac--laheyâ:
There - that flicker in his voice. He had managed to get Q to listen, at least in the moment, now he needed to convince him. Blinking away the glow, Isaac let out a heavy sigh as that took more out of him than he realized. Tell me somethinâ only Isaac would know.
âYouâŚâ Isaac took a moment to recall the moment in question. Memories had been so vivid in the dark but once he was back in the land of the living they seemedâŚ.dimmer, if that made any sense. And it probably didnât unless the other person had been through the same experience. âYou told me you didnât like me living with Bonnie. You didnât trust her andâŚand you didnât like her place. You didnât like all the witch stuff around the house,â he recalled, his eyes flickering up to the other as he finished his recollection.
Heâs standing stock-still as this thing, this witch, this undead boy, this-... Isaac, recalls a memory that only Isaac would know. Thereâs an errant shiver that travels down the length of his spine and his fingertips feel cold despite the mid-afternoon sun.Â
âIsaac....â He says the boyâs name again and this time it tastes less like ash; as though thereâs a phoenix rising in place of the friend heâd mourned. Friend... does he still have the right to call him that?... Itâs a question that occurs to him too late as he moves forward on leaden legs and pulls Isaac into his arms with a kind of ferocity that so rarely accompanies the gesture. If heâs mistaken in thinking the term âfriendâ then heâs also miss-stepping with an embrace he has no right to claim. But itâs a risk worth taking to feel the kid alive, even if only for a second. âIâm sorry... Fuck, Iâm sorry.â













