"Christ, me neither," Edgar says fervently. "Stay here, then? Weather's good, at least."
He's also very used to going to sleep (and waking, and eating, and living his entire life) with the sounds of countless other people breathing; being alone is something that only happened after he died. Even now, it still never really feels right.
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He's also very used to going to sleep (and waking, and eating, and living his entire life) with the sounds of countless other people breathing; being alone is something that only happened after he died. Even now, it still never really feels right.