[ Tomorrow works for him. But he doesn't have the energy even to be petty, so when Wade warns him of incoming proximity and he waits to feel something and gets not so much as a shift in the air, all other thoughts are swallowed up by that blanket of exhaustion and absent hope.
He closes his eyes again. ]
If there's any way I can make it easier
[ Euthanizing him, he means. Anything he can do himself to take some of the weight, to hold more of the responsibility.
He hates that he's having to ask at all but Wade had given him the option not to rot away in the stillness and the dark, immobilised and surrounded by corpses, and Stephen's never yet been a helpless observer of his own end. For all the times he's gone before, he's still afraid of death the way it naturally occurs: slowly, and without your own say in the matter. ]
no subject
He closes his eyes again. ]
If there's any way I can make it easier
[ Euthanizing him, he means. Anything he can do himself to take some of the weight, to hold more of the responsibility.
He hates that he's having to ask at all but Wade had given him the option not to rot away in the stillness and the dark, immobilised and surrounded by corpses, and Stephen's never yet been a helpless observer of his own end. For all the times he's gone before, he's still afraid of death the way it naturally occurs: slowly, and without your own say in the matter. ]