*sniffles* That was beautiful. So sad though, I just wanted to pull Roger out of a magic box and give him to Andy so he could be happy again. I love the descriptions of him not thinking about it, and how kind of stark his life has become.

He presses his palm flat to the engraved names with a pause and thinks of sweat-damp cotton under his hands, dark curls against his cheek.

That sentence almost made me cry.