„You’ll wear a hole into that letter and it’s only been a few hours,” Martin couldn’t tell if Douglas was trying to give genuine advice on something or if he was teasing, because of how careful he sounded. He had been hovering around the man ever since they got off their flight and really, if Martin had had any emotional capacity left at all he would have been grateful. Besides Arthur, who was awfully nice to everyone really, Martin didn’t have anyone like a friend here besides Douglas. So the older man’s company was appreciated even if it included some teasing.
Martin could feel his face being red and swollen from all the crying. How bad would it actually be when there was some proof of her death he did not know. He curled in on himself and whimpered.
“How did you qualify for this I’ll never know,” Douglas admitted grimly from the edge of Martin’s bed where he sat.
“I-I-I’ll l-let you k-know w-when I f-find