By light of day, the graveyard that pushes up against the dilapidated church has a quality of near-absurdity. It's like something out of a horror film, Wes thinks to himself. And it's only gotten less ominous and more ridiculous as months pass and the number of those he's known to have died and come back increases with time. He can count himself among those ranks by now, so whose final resting place is here in this patch of earth? His boots squish through the perpetually-damp earth and he makes a point not to look in the direction he knows Kurt's statue lies. Instead, Wes sticks near Logan. Perhaps a little more near than his own internal monologue can explain, when he tries to convince himself the place is purely ridiculous.
He starts at the headstone alongside Logan, unscrewing the jar and stooping in the muck. The man's comment about skin to skin contact makes Wes hesitate and level a glance at his partner, momentarily calculating his own method against the other man's. Do you want me to dig it up, or cut it at the base?
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He starts at the headstone alongside Logan, unscrewing the jar and stooping in the muck. The man's comment about skin to skin contact makes Wes hesitate and level a glance at his partner, momentarily calculating his own method against the other man's. Do you want me to dig it up, or cut it at the base?