He really still did have a mop of curly hair, that for some reason made Beverly's heart twist painfully in her chest. It felt like someone stuck a knife blade between her ribs as she breathed in and out, drinking the rest of him in.
She'd failed him. That too hurt like a bitch.
"It's okay, I just didn't want to bother you," she said as she stepped into the room. Walking on eggshells around each other though, that wouldn't help. Bev had always preferred getting to the brass tacks of things anyway.
She placed her mug down and regretted not spiking her coffee as sat on Stan's bed, tucking one knee over the other wearing her grey kitten pajamas. "I just - I wanted to tell you..." God, this was hard. Her tongue felt like it had been coated with cement. "Sit, please," she reached out and tugged on Stan's arm. It might be easier if he was sitting.