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‘Thought you said you didn’t go down easy?’
‘This look easy to you?’
Hutch’s face is moon-pale, dimmed, a guttering candle after weeks of trying to pin Starsky to the real world.
I did that, Starsky thinks. Sorry, pal.
‘I know it’s not easy,’ Hutch chokes out. ‘Come down from there. I want to help. I’m not leaving.’
‘You should,’ Starsky tells him, nodding, looking up.
Night-time again, how’s that.
It’s so close, the darkness. He can touch it. Let it take him. Just one step.
‘Starsk – god Starsk, please. Please.’
Just one step, he takes.
Back to the light.