When you come back home, it’s not always you. It’s not always your home. London actually wasn’t. Everything was different. As well as the colonel himself.
His life froze in black and white war chronicles with no sound. The voice-over was coming a bit too late, so Sebastian was still hearing the bullets flying. The colonel blinked fast as if trying to stop the sound. Nothing changed. Phantoms were unbearable, as well as Jim.
“You don’t look flourishing,” said Moriarty, carefully studying Colonel’s face. “I hope you keep the gun close at hand and shoot yourself just in case.”
Everything was different except Jim’s killing irony. And his generosity. A welcome-back present fot Moran became a sniper riffle Heckler und Koch PSG-1.
“Miss me?” asked Jim, and Sebastian realised…
…he fucking did.