(Sometimes, he wonders how long it’s going to take, before he’s going to be unable to fill the gaps. Before their faces will turn to a blur into his mind, before their features will get distorted even as he tries so hard to cling to them, and he’ll only be left with strangers dressed up as comforting memories.)
Sometimes, he hears the echo of a gentle Illya whispered in his ear before Gaby would start trailing her mouth along his jaw, or a huffed Peril when he’d wake up Solo with a kiss in the morning, and for a few moments he doesn’t feel as alone.)