Lucas closes his eyes, trying to picture a brother. He doesn't have much luck on his own. But when he opens his eyes again, he's found himself in front of the small mirror on the wall. His arms tighten around the pillow and he puts his face down in it.
"Claus had- He's-"
He can't bring himself to say it. He sinks to his knees and clutches the pillow as tightly as he held his brother, sobbing.
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Lucas closes his eyes, trying to picture a brother. He doesn't have much luck on his own. But when he opens his eyes again, he's found himself in front of the small mirror on the wall. His arms tighten around the pillow and he puts his face down in it.
"Claus had- He's-"
He can't bring himself to say it. He sinks to his knees and clutches the pillow as tightly as he held his brother, sobbing.