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[captaincocksure]

[Jim moves up to the podium like a man who wears authority well: confident strides, straight back, a clear mission. For a moment it might seem the piazza is in for some rousing speech or recruiting presentation.

But when he turns to face the assembled, there's a seriousness to his expression. A slight drooping of those squared shoulders, as if burdened.]

How do you move on from loss?

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[silette]

You stop asking shit like that. You realize that even posing the question is constructing one more layer of being unable to cope between you and the awful truth, and that you've only done it because you think you were supposed to. You give into the grief and you come out of it later. Or you don't.

[ "300% more intense than necessary": quite possibly the subtitle of Claire DeWitt's future memoirs. Other possible subtitles include "probably understandable if you choose not to take any advice from this walking wreck of a human being" and "please stop chain smoking." ]

[captaincocksure]

[He blinks a couple of times, and then his posture relaxes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]

Not the usual well-meaning but eventually empty platitudes I've been getting over the last year. I appreciate that.

[silette]

[ Yeah, she'll bet, you unfairly heroic-looking guy with the noble demeanor and whatnot. Claire can't really bring herself to hate Kirk for being Kirk, though. Mild resentment at best, easily exhaled with her smoke.

(Away from Kirk, she's not a total asshole.) ]

You'll come out of it. Anyone can see that.

[captaincocksure]

[He's not always feeling that these days, but he'll take it all the same.]

Thank you.