She continued to laugh, quieter and more controlled this time. Her free hand was brushed her cheeks dry. Carrie snuggled close to Dick for warmth and for comfort. "I don't get to dig him out this time," she said sadly. Her lips curled into an empty smirk, her eyes were staring blankly ahead.
She didn't really get why there was so much pain. Thoughts of a funeral service just made it all the worse. But Bruce wasn't really dead. He'd even be back eventually. And yet something was different and it hurt. Carrie sniffed. "I'll stop crying eventually." She almost sounded apologetic.