[Mick supposed that made sense really, you didn't stop loving someone just because they died. They were still almost alive in your head and you could still think of the future and things you wanted to do together, even if you couldn't. He remembered all the mornings when he was younger, lying in bed like all lazy teenagers did, expecting his mom to burst in any moment and yell at him for still not being awake.

Even though he knew, he always knew he'd killed her, left her in that house to burn. He couldn't forget what he'd done, not ever, not for a moment and yet it was like the two things could exist in tandem.

And he got feeling with Leonard now, was this how it was? He was both alive and dead and Mick felt a strange hollowness about that. If he ever left here, Leonard would be gone, they had no real future, they could make no plans or expect much. They were just stuck now, never going forward.

Mick slowly takes a sip of his drink and nods his head, silent for a while as he mulls it over himself.]

Death doesn't take them from you, it just means they haunt you. Not like an actual ghost but they hang over you, you can't shake it. [He guessed that was weird really, that he pays more notice to people he lost than those around him.] It's not like they're stuck, you're stuck. You can't move forward. It's dumb, really but what are you gonna do? All your plans are aimed forward and they can't go with you.