Hawke sat outside the hangar on a metal folding chair just sitting. It had taken most of the day giving a statement on what he and Kelly had discussed while they were in seclusion together. With that information and the five-hundred thousand dollars found in the safe deposit box, Kelly was going away for at least twenty years.
It didn't help the ache in his gut or the pain in his heart.
Caitlin brought a chair out and set it beside him. She handed him a can of soda. When he refused it, she opened the can and drank part of it.
"I'm sorry about Kelly, Hawke. I wish there was something I could say or do that would fix the pain you feel. I could tell you that time heals all wounds or there are more fish in the sea, but truth be told, sometimes time doesn't heal all wounds and most of the time the fish in the sea aren't as good as the first one you caught." She laughed. "Listen to me, I sound like Dominic. I just want you to stop hurting Hawke because when you hurt I hurt."
Dominic stuck his head out the door. "Cait, you have a phone call."
"Thanks, Dom." Caitlin set the can of soda on the ground and walked past Dominic to go inside. Dominic took the chair Caitlin had been sitting and let out a sigh. "I'm just going to sit here until you're ready to talk, kid. No pressure. I'm just going to sit here and relax."
They sat through Caitlin leaving the hangar, three phone calls, and a beautiful sunset. Finally, Hawke stood and folded his chair. "I think I'm going to go get a beer," He said. "You want one, Dom."
Dominic smiled. "Sure, kid. A beer sounds good."
And Dominic knew he was going to be okay.
