[ Kate nods along. It's hard to speak, at first. She can only nod along, her lips pressed to a hard, thin line — trying to hold back the worst of her tears, even holding her breath as little as if breathing would betray her. She's thankful, she is. And the fact Heartman has done so much for him both warms her and aches in a particular way. It won't happen anymore. ]

It's not fair. [ It's chokes out of her, even if it's quietly spoken. Almost childish, selfish. Things she has never allowed herself to be. There are reasons as to why these things happen, even if she doesn't know the answers. But now, it's just not fair. And she hates that it isn't fair.

Her body tilts forwards. She wishes Lieutenant Little were here. Or maybe Wynonna. Or Ruby. But they're not, and the last thing some small part of her brain wants is to cry all over him because it's Constable Fraser. But she just needs—

The top of her forehead bumps against his chest and comes to rest there. She still clutches Heartman's letter and the second envelope to her in one hand, the other moves to gently cling onto him. ]

I— I know he wasn't supposed to stay as long— I know, but— [ Heartman should have died twenty one minutes after arriving in this place, with his AED no longer functional. But he didn't. He was always living on borrowed time. And yet: ] why couldn't it have been just for a little while longer?