[ Holds his hand, gentle, but just firm enough to ensure the realness of it. Of this moment. Meeting that smile like they can commit it to memory fully. And not just one day forget it, forget his name, or how he looks. ]

..When that day comes, I'll look forward to it. Maybe, when it does.. you'll be able to meet my friends.

[ Is that a morbid thought..? To hope that, when they one day die, that they may show up here as well..? To meet these people they've gone through so much with. To make more memories with both groups of people that they have come to love so deeply. ]

Thank you, Vee. For being my friend. For showing and sharing with me.. parts of your "life."