The loft
Jim stood in the kitchen watching his partner. Blair sat on the sofa, David's unopened letter clutched in his right hand. His left hand was resting gingerly against his leg. Jim retrieved the bag of frozen peas and two beers and went into the living room. Once Sandburg was settled with the peas on his wrist and the beer on the table in front of him, Jim moved to turn on the TV.
"Could we not watch the news tonight?" Jim watched his partner worry at the edge of the envelope. "I don't think I want to hear any SoundBits about how the Cascade Bomber met his end -- Okay?"
Jim detoured slightly and instead turned on the CD player. Soft jazz music filled the room. Without a word, he sat next to Blair and waited. Eventually the younger man opened the letter. One page was nestled inside. Jim could smell the briny bitterness of dried tears and braced himself for what was written inside. Blair read it silently and then blinked back tears. Just as the Sentinel thought he couldn't wait any longer, Blair handed it over.
On the single slip of paper was a brief message, but those few words were all his Guide needed to hear.
You tried. That was enough.
DavidBlair,
Blair leaned against his strong shoulder. "Some days it seems like we don't do any good, man."
Jim thought for a moment, then echoed David's message. "As long as we try, Buddy; as long as we try."
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