It's a lot to take in. A lot all at once. For Klaus it's been a year, but for Ben it didn't feel like that. It felt like he was there and then he wasn't. There was a lot of pain and pressure and then there was this. he had no concept of time suddenly.
Gruffly, he rubbed at his eyes, mad at himself for crying. Why was he crying? He wasn't a baby. He sniffed, trying to clear his eyes, but they kept welling with water. HOW the fuck can a ghost CRY? Why was it like this? How did he DIE?
He balled up in on himself a bit more, forehead to his knees and his elbows on either side, hands reaching behind his head, just hiding there for a moment. Ben had always followed Diego in the art of trying not to cry because it made you look like a baby, but he pretty much failed every time.
"A... A year." He repeated into his knees. His hands pulled his hoodie up over his head and held on tightly, hiding in it. "I don't remember any of it. This can't be happening. It can't." He said in a muffled tone. He wanted to say he missed the other too, but he barely noticed he had been gone. And it hurt. He lost so much time.
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Gruffly, he rubbed at his eyes, mad at himself for crying. Why was he crying? He wasn't a baby. He sniffed, trying to clear his eyes, but they kept welling with water. HOW the fuck can a ghost CRY? Why was it like this? How did he DIE?
He balled up in on himself a bit more, forehead to his knees and his elbows on either side, hands reaching behind his head, just hiding there for a moment. Ben had always followed Diego in the art of trying not to cry because it made you look like a baby, but he pretty much failed every time.
"A... A year." He repeated into his knees. His hands pulled his hoodie up over his head and held on tightly, hiding in it. "I don't remember any of it. This can't be happening. It can't." He said in a muffled tone. He wanted to say he missed the other too, but he barely noticed he had been gone. And it hurt. He lost so much time.