It was hard not to cry as Neville spoke. Partly from his own grief but also because of Neville's obvious pain. It was a bit awkward, but Dennis felt himself reaching out to touch Neville's shoulder, "thank you," he said quietly.
"For letting him go," because as much as it hurt Dennis knew that had been Colin's choice. Neville wasn't the one responsible, Colin was. Completely.
"He didn't tell me where he was going," Dennis continued, hand still on Neville's shoulder, "I just woke up and he was gone. It wasn't until much later that I got the news that he'd been killed, and even longer before I knew how and why..."
He didn't think he'd ever sleep comfortably again. He was just so scared of waking up and finding more people gone. But that was an entirely different issue.