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Larry looks across at his wife as Matthew nods into the dog’s fur, a sob escaping him a mere second later. He releases Indy and moves toward his mother in search of her comfort. Though he was much bigger now, he still fit cozily in her lap with ease, resting his head on her shoulder as he finally succumbs to his grief.

Larry clears the lump in his throat, watching his son fall apart in his mother’s arms. He hated seeing Matthew this way. He’d always been a happy and jovial kid with little to worry about. Of him and Julian, Matthew was the less moody of the two and though he would gladly take Julian’s place so that Matthew could have his brother back, he knows nothing can help the pain his son feels.

       When Matthew begins moving towards her, Ally curls an arm around the little boy, while her other hand moves up to rest at the back of his head. “I know,” she murmurs softly to him, her voice cracking as her own stream of tears begin to flow rapidly. Ally leans in to press a kiss to the top of Matthew’s head, her forehead then moving to rest against him as she sobs into his hair.

The pain was maddening. It seemed to engulf them in droves, punching the air out of her lungs, and leaving her in a heap. Sure they could find distractions and try to avoid it, but eventually the grief would overcome them at some point. Her hand eventually begins to rub gently along Matthew’s back, in attempts to soothe him, if even just a little bit.