Andy held Taj for as long as he cried, and continued to do so after his brother fell into a tear-stained sleep. He held him and lay there, trying not to think of the weight on his chest that wasn't the pleasantly warm body of his brother but a darker, heavier mass wedged under his ribcage and against his lungs, stopping his breath.
He stayed awake into the night, hand resting in Taj's hair, staring down the dark.