For more times than he could count in the last few days, he said, “I’m sorry,” to the man who was now beyond hearing him.
* * * *
They were back in Coop’s cabin. Cooper was at the stove fixing his breakfast. He wore only his flannel loungers. Derrick, sitting atop the butcher block, smiled in appreciation of the muscular torso of his lover. It wasn’t exactly the same as the reaction he had when he was still alive, but it was good to know that even on this side of the veil some things were similar.