“Why not?” There was a shrug of his shoulder, the cup held loosely in his hand before he took another sip. It burned on the way down, and he liked it, needed it. “Well, it’s not like they’re clapping for you, so I thought I would.”
Because the song was good, it had a mood, it had a feeling. Hell, if the people here were alive, they’d be clapping, too, so he was just channeling their appreciation on the whole damn thing. This guy…Tucker didn’t know what to make of him, still, didn’t understand him; who the hell came out to play for a bunch of dead people?
Well, there were a few people back on Chorus that he thought would, but…
Brown eyes flickered to fresh dirt, the grave he and Sonia helped bury a woman’s child in. He stared, his lips screwed up tight, before back at Byerly. “I guess if you want to be a hippie and all ‘We’re all part of the same universe’ stuff, I guess? But I kind of meant someone more, um, immediate.”
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“Why not?” There was a shrug of his shoulder, the cup held loosely in his hand before he took another sip. It burned on the way down, and he liked it, needed it. “Well, it’s not like they’re clapping for you, so I thought I would.”
Because the song was good, it had a mood, it had a feeling. Hell, if the people here were alive, they’d be clapping, too, so he was just channeling their appreciation on the whole damn thing. This guy…Tucker didn’t know what to make of him, still, didn’t understand him; who the hell came out to play for a bunch of dead people?
Well, there were a few people back on Chorus that he thought would, but…
Brown eyes flickered to fresh dirt, the grave he and Sonia helped bury a woman’s child in. He stared, his lips screwed up tight, before back at Byerly. “I guess if you want to be a hippie and all ‘We’re all part of the same universe’ stuff, I guess? But I kind of meant someone more, um, immediate.”