[ there is a thin tendril of shock that ghosts through him, and it's a shame she was so eager to flee. That admission alone, would have been worth more then the present he'd given her.
It was worth more then the present she had given him.
His thoughts were occupied, at last, by something other then the darkness of the apartment, the silences that used to contain Saya's constant movement, the long slow decay as she fell into her deep sleep. It contained Tear now as well.