"I don't know. Yes, in some ways. He's always there, and I know he'll always be there, so it... There's still a, a hole, I guess, where my mom used to be, and nothing can."
He has to stop for a moment, unprepared for how hard it is to put into words, for the way his throat closes up. He clears it, and casually swipes at the tip of his nose, the shoved his hair off his forehead a little.
"Having Billy makes everything better," he says, "and that includes dealing with that kind of... grief."
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"I don't know. Yes, in some ways. He's always there, and I know he'll always be there, so it... There's still a, a hole, I guess, where my mom used to be, and nothing can."
He has to stop for a moment, unprepared for how hard it is to put into words, for the way his throat closes up. He clears it, and casually swipes at the tip of his nose, the shoved his hair off his forehead a little.
"Having Billy makes everything better," he says, "and that includes dealing with that kind of... grief."