...yes and no. [he swallows] On the one hand, it's comforting to know that they're there. That they're with me. That I can tell them things and they can answer. But...it's like they're almost within reach but aren't. Because I can't...I can't see them. Or hear them. [his voice wobbles again, precariously, and he sucks in another breath, lifting a hand to scrub at his eyes] I can't touch them. I can't hug my father or kiss my mother goodbye, I--[his voice breaks, then, and he stops, looking away, trying to compose himself. Then, after a moment, in a small voice:]
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...yes and no. [he swallows] On the one hand, it's comforting to know that they're there. That they're with me. That I can tell them things and they can answer. But...it's like they're almost within reach but aren't. Because I can't...I can't see them. Or hear them. [his voice wobbles again, precariously, and he sucks in another breath, lifting a hand to scrub at his eyes] I can't touch them. I can't hug my father or kiss my mother goodbye, I--[his voice breaks, then, and he stops, looking away, trying to compose himself. Then, after a moment, in a small voice:]
--I just miss them.