He doesn't care what people are wearing. It's good, that people came. And Collette, who barely knew Peace, who he'd had so much unintentional conflict with, had come too. That was nice of her.

Then she opened her arms and something caught in his throat. No one had offered a hug yet. And now that she did, he realized how much he needed one. There was a long, awkward moment where he had to convince his lungs to work again -they kept trying to quit on him today- and then he knelt to accept. Collette was small and delicate, so he didn't squeeze, but he did drape his chin over her shoulder and hold her close. Closer than their relationship warranted, really. It might be uncomfortable for her, but it was hard to keep that in mind at the moment. When you're drowning, you'll grab any floatation device in the ocean.