So I was scanning back through flashfiction and naturally I spotted your name and so naturally I had to stop and read this, and then... oh. *wibbles* That is so sad and so beautiful and so very, as has already been said, poignant.

“Ask me,” Fraser says again, his voice still low and quiet in the dim apartment. “Please. I need-”

Maybe it’s the way Fraser’s voice breaks. Or maybe it’s the thickness there that could be tears. Or just the look on Fraser’s face. Their day was spent taking statements from three women whose faces looked like raw hamburger. That’s on Fraser’s face too.

This, in particular -- the image is crystal clear for me and absolutely heartbreaking. Oh, Fraser.