They lapse into silence, and the fire crackles, and the past falls all around them, as vivid and heartbreaking as now.
~*~
Maybe a half hour passes before Luke works up the courage to clear his throat and ask, “So…Hal’s Finn, isn’t he? That’s who you think of him as.”
Will glances over, his smile patient and kind, and Luke wonders how he ever thought this man might hate him. “No, son. You’re Finn.” He shifts a little closer in his chair. “But you get to live.”
Luke takes a deep, shuddering breath.
“Can you do that for me? For him? Can you live?”
“Yeah.” He swallows hard. “Yeah, I can do that.”