Cochise runs his fingers through his hair, gentle as ever. Tom is wrapped up securely in his arms; all is well.
"I love you, you know," Tom says. "It's okay."
"It will never be okay."
"Look out for my boys, please."
"As if they were my own."
Tom coughs and red splatters everywhere.
"Sorry."
"Do not apologize."
Cochise breathes roughly, and Tom's head lolls against his shoulder.
"I'm glad you're here," Tom murmurs.
Tom feels wetness on top of his head.
"I will miss you greatly. I have never known-"
Cochise realizes Tom is gone, and he says nothing more.