“He’s not dead but he’s not exactly here either. He’s just there!”
“In the hospital?”
“In a coma. For almost five months.” River threw his hands out across the table like the fact was a piece of gossip.
“Oh wow. Oh my god. Sorry, that is terrible.”
“Yeah. What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”
“You’re…not upset, are you?” Luke grabbed his hands, holding them over the table. Pieces of River were dropping into place; the picture of River’s feelings and shackles was slowly being revealed. “I mean, you are upset, but it doesn’t seem like you’re upset about him.”
“Well, of course this is the worst thing ever, but…” River almost continued but a switch flipped across his face like his true feelings were turned off. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m just a mess. It’s all a lot.” It sounded like a rehearsed, default response.
“Yeah, of course, I get it.” Luke squeezed his hands. “Hey, let’s go out tomorrow, too. It’s good to get out and about when things are happening. It’s not a bad thing.”