[Albert rests on Franz like that for a while, letting himself be comforted. He let his breathing slow as the familiar sensation washed over him. It was the natural way of things, it seemed. Even after death, Franz was still the one taking care of him, looking out for him... just once, he should like to be able to take care of Franz and not the other way around. It never occurred to him before, but now -- now it just seems so ... so one-sided. Franz should resent him, at least a little.
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A nasty thought occurs to him.]
... Franz. This is real, right?