Phil was there.
He saw me, and called me over, I hugged him, and cried.
"They won't let us in because we aren't family"
And I just cried until Phil's shoulder was soaked.
"He's going to be okay, all right, dans a trooper."
"No he's not. He's someone...who breaks glass tables just because of how tall he is."
"He's going to be okay, the taller he is, the more blood to keep him alive"
"Phil I know you are trying but you really aren't helping."
"I'm sorry, I'll shut up"
But I sat there for hours in Phil's arms, crying, on the plastic, uncomfortable seats, just like I had done when dan left.
