[ They talked about this once, a long time ago.

Lance left a child behind, a girl who loved him, his job and his life. He was seemingly at peace about it too, having either taken the time to process his grief in a slightly more healthy fashion or just more accustomed to taking things in stride than Nate initially thought. And maybe it just came with the territory of his work: understanding how people process traumatic events, trying to apply it to himself.

Sorry doesn't fix it, but it’s better than nothing. It's a band-aid on a sucking chest wound, it's the thought that counts. He’s been here long enough to not be anything more than jaded, has walked himself through the five steps and found them severely lacking. They don't account for situations like this. ]

I fell. Really...really big cliff. Last thing I remember is my head hitting a rock.

[ The audible crack, then darkness. He turns another corner, and Red Wings is in the distance. ]

I didn't mean to make your arrival here a crappy one, I just- I just wanted to tell someone. Figured I should get it out of the way.