The death was easy to confirm, broken bones and a pulse rate had vanished, so much had happened.
They found Dave in the morgue, sitting in the front pew, just sitting there, he wasn't talking, he wasn't moving, easily mistaken for a statue unless you felt him breathe.
Dirk had let the family mourn, this wans;t fair to his little Bro either...
He stepped into the church side of the mourgue, he stepped down the isleway as though approaching God...
He sat there in the front row next to his brother, ignoring anything else, he sat there next to him, letting him stare at the statue of the angels on the alter. He took in the surroundings , and the sounds of the cries in the next room.
He took in the sounds of the candle lit flickers and the wood creaking .He finally reached out, wrapping an arm around the shoulders of his brother, pulling him against him and to his side, they remained frozen like that , not saying anything.
Soon enough Dirk felt the arms of the younger Strider wrap around his lanky form, and his hand felt the shaking of his brothers back, the heaving he was trying to hold back.
"No one's around"Dirk said softly... thats when it unleashed.
A torrent of sobs, a flood of tears, the glasses slipped for the floor as he buried his head into the chest that held him close.
"Its my fault... its all my fucking fault.."The sobs were almost painful for someone like this narrator to hear, but Dirk didn;t say anything, only shaking his head in response to those words.
"not your fault lil'Bro... not your fault..."He thats all he felt was appropriate...
He wouldn't make him suffer alone, but he couldn't bring his brothers friend back. But he could be there for him, he couldn;t do much, but hoped it'd be enough...