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'John'
'Do you see anybody else in the room?'
'John, come on.'
John sighed heavily. 'Yes?'
'How come you never told me?'
John didn't ask what he meant; there was only one thing Chas could be asking about in that soft tone.
'It wasn't important.'
'Not important! Were you ever going to tell me? What did you expect that I would just turn up one day and you wouldn't answer?! Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Sudden death is fairly suspicious behaviour, John, I would've asked questions'
John closed his eyes. He really didn't want to be having this conversation. He'd imagined similar questions but he was always too dead in those scenarios to answer.
'Would it have made a difference?', he asked simply.
'Fuck you John, 'would it have made a difference', excuse me for thinking friends mention it when they're dying.'
Chas lapsed into silence and John could feel the anger that had radiated from him retreat into hurt. Tired, he leaned back against the wall and quietly took in the bitterness he had caused. He didn't have it in him to apologise for protecting the kid, to explain that he couldn't have gone through that conversation. It felt too much like a confession. To tell himself and tell strangers was one thing, but to tell someone he cared about..
'I would've helped more', Chas muttered into the darkness.
Unseen, John smiled sadly and replied.
'Exactly.'
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A/N: Okay so that was my first ever published story. Well okay maybe, 'story', is a bit of a stretch. I hope you enjoyed my first ever published wordings!