"Oh. No. In June. We're a couple weeks apart." Colin looked up at Lavender in awe at her words. "You would let her call me that?" Oh, he had never imagined that he should be called 'Uncle Colin'. "Wow. I never-" He smiled, thinking how much Dean would have liked to be 'Uncle Dean'. Now he couldn't be. That was sad again. Would it ever stop being sad?
There was a small nod at her question. "Yes. They didn't want you to try to stop them." Her hand on his was enough to make it more difficult to keep from crying. He just nodded again. "My chest hurts. Even when they give me pain medication it doesn't stop. Mum and Dad are going to be upset when they find out Dennis got really hurt. I promised I'd keep him safe. And- And I said bad words. I don't-" He frowned a little. "What if they aren't even alive and I can't be forgiven?" He shook his head, trying to push away all the bad thoughts. "I'm sorry. I'm trying not to be sad."