"No, it's not going to bring him back," he spat, the hurt welling up in him hard, his chest tightening. "He isn't coming back and I know that. And you know that."
He stared at his hands, now empty and was shocked to see he wasn't shaking. He had expected the fear, had expect it all to be too much, but it wasn't there. He had just been ready for it. Now, though, he'd wait. Now, he was just getting angry.
"Maybe this had nothing to do with making you feel better, Terry. Maybe I was making a decision for me for once."