To reach out, to offer comfort, was natural. Automatic. Just a part of the man Wyatt was.

His hands untangled and one wide, callused palm rested on Howard's shoulder.

"Sometimes, I don't neither, son. But I like to imagine that there's somewhere better waitin'. Somewhere my brothers and my folks - Dora... will be waitin'. Some place, when it's all said and done, we'll all see each other again, you an' me an' max... No matter what happens to us here."