Gil placed the casting of Eric's mouth on the imprint of the cut on Bobby's arm. It was a perfect fit. Bobby looked at the piece in horror, as Gil explained how Bobby had accidentally killed Eric. "I'm so sorry, Bobby." Gil said.
Bobby's lawyer shook her head. "We're going to plead diminished capacity."
"Good." Gil said, sincerely. "I hope that you win."
A single tear escaped from Bobby's eye as he stared at the imprint. "It doesn't matter what happens to me." he said quietly.
"Bobby, it means the difference between prison and a hospital. It does matter." The lawyer contradicted him.
"I do not care what happens to me." Bobby shook his head. "I killed my best friend." He bowed his head, ducking underneath the table he was seated at. Away from the imprint of the cut on his arm. Away from the terrible truth. His slender frame racked with sobs. Gil stood, and walked around the table. He knelt by Bobby and put an arm around the shaking teen. "I killed Eric. I killed him. He fought me, and I killed him."
"I'm so sorry, Bobby." Gil said. "I'm so very sorry. I promise you that I will find the guy who sold you that jimson weed and I will make him sorry, too." Gil felt foolish making promises to Bobby, but he didn't know what to do. "And I promise you that I will try my hardest to come see you, wherever you end up."
As the police led Bobby away, Gil watched, and his heart twisted. Bobby's future was looking bleak. He felt sorry for the teen who was being forced to grow up so very quickly. Bobby looked back to Gil as he was seated in the squad car, and the look on his face said it all. It thanked Gil for understanding that there was no way he had intentionally killed Eric, and that while he understood how foolish it was for Gil to be making promises to Bobby, Bobby appreciated it.