For a moment, Franklin thinks he heard a ghost, a memory, an echo trapped in here that remembers a name that he's increasingly not using.
But then he hears too much detail in it, not like Matty does, but the roughness of a pain filled breath (and he hates that he knows so well how that sounds on Matt's voice) and he turns to look and he already knows he can't believe what he's going to see. Can't not believe it.
"Matty?" There's something terrible and painful happening in his chest and gut. He manages a step forward. "You died. Jessica said you stayed down there. A mountain of dirt and rock. You died." They couldn't hold a funeral, of course, couldn't explain anything, but Jessica had talked to him. "You died."
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Date: 2020-11-07 12:12 pm (UTC)But then he hears too much detail in it, not like Matty does, but the roughness of a pain filled breath (and he hates that he knows so well how that sounds on Matt's voice) and he turns to look and he already knows he can't believe what he's going to see. Can't not believe it.
"Matty?" There's something terrible and painful happening in his chest and gut. He manages a step forward. "You died. Jessica said you stayed down there. A mountain of dirt and rock. You died." They couldn't hold a funeral, of course, couldn't explain anything, but Jessica had talked to him. "You died."