[ He's relieved when Lydia does what he asked, watches her setting her fingers to Wallie's neck, but he knows. Somehow he just knows that there won't be a pulse. He looks for as long as he can, but then he drops his gaze to his feet. Covering his face in his hands, he says ]
It's Wallie.
[ He can't fathom explaining more than that. Ned didn't know him all that well, but this isn't exactly a big place, and he isn't exactly an easy guy to miss. Just then Ned remembers how he'd been frightened of him at first, because Wallie was tall and had tattoos on his face. How as soon as they had spoken he had realized how narrow-minded and absurd that was of him, because Wallie was so kind, so mellow, so personable. Ned had always thought they would have more time to get to know one another. And now- ]
He's dead isn't he? [ Ned's voice is stiff, flat. It is more of a statement than a question ]
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It's Wallie.
[ He can't fathom explaining more than that. Ned didn't know him all that well, but this isn't exactly a big place, and he isn't exactly an easy guy to miss. Just then Ned remembers how he'd been frightened of him at first, because Wallie was tall and had tattoos on his face. How as soon as they had spoken he had realized how narrow-minded and absurd that was of him, because Wallie was so kind, so mellow, so personable. Ned had always thought they would have more time to get to know one another. And now- ]
He's dead isn't he? [ Ned's voice is stiff, flat. It is more of a statement than a question ]