It brings a shiver and a smile both, hearing his own name. At one point, there'd only be one motherfucker in the whole damn world what knew it. Now, if he just asks, just tells, he can hear it.
Brother. Family. It's nice, that little reminder of what all he's doing this-- everything-- for. That little something what to hold onto. That goodness warm within. That what had been so elussive. Purpose and life and happiness.
There are so many things he wants to say. He wants to tell Albert how good it is to hear that. He wants to talk on off the colors the tower could come to be. He wants to tell Albert it's okay to use his name when it's being them two, or others what know it. He wants to say things he ain't got words for, but might be something like what Sam taught, that strange human platonic love for family.
But his thanking comes to be his last words, for when he breathes in to speak next, only quiet exhale follows. Distantly, he feels the squeeze, then his hand goes loose in Albert's. His eyes have closed.
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Brother. Family. It's nice, that little reminder of what all he's doing this-- everything-- for. That little something what to hold onto. That goodness warm within. That what had been so elussive. Purpose and life and happiness.
There are so many things he wants to say. He wants to tell Albert how good it is to hear that. He wants to talk on off the colors the tower could come to be. He wants to tell Albert it's okay to use his name when it's being them two, or others what know it. He wants to say things he ain't got words for, but might be something like what Sam taught, that strange human platonic love for family.
But his thanking comes to be his last words, for when he breathes in to speak next, only quiet exhale follows. Distantly, he feels the squeeze, then his hand goes loose in Albert's. His eyes have closed.