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Michael sighed while she touched his arm. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know how life is going to be without Miles. It's just gonna be so hard, you know?"

He, too, looked down at James. Michael had a hard time even looking at James; he was having a hard time looking at anyone close enough to him. The nephew he knew would normally be bubbly and happy-go-lucky, but he could understand - his father just died, how could anyone be bubbly at a time like this?

"If you want," Michael began to say, "you could come around my place for a while. Perhaps we could talk about Miles. Maybe it'll even cheer you up?"