Leech made his way down underground and found the little side-tunnel that had been 'home', rusty card-table that passed for a dining area and all.
He spread the flowers out and sat on the pipe. And he talked to his mother and sisters. About work. About Art. About how much he wished they'd had a chance to really get to know Art. About coming back. About everything. Grammar was eventually abandoned when his throat got tighter.
He took a few moments to breath, and finally stood.
"Miss you. Always. Love you all."
And he made his way back into the house.
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