Theo hugs Arthur as well. He doesn't hold back. He lets Thea's unresolved feelings, her buried trauma, finally wash through him.
Rest in peace, Thea. Truly rest in peace.
His eyes sting too. Theo's emotions mingle with hers until they blur together, overwhelming him. He doesn't try to rein them in. He lets them flow freely.
They hold each other for a while. It doesn't go unnoticed by the three observers outside, who are trying very hard not to watch and failing anyway.
Maeve's eyes are watery now. She cries quietly.
"Oh, don't cry. You're going to make me cry," Julian whispers, his own eyes already glossed over.
"Okay, I'm supposed to be water," Liam mutters, clearly uncomfortable, "but why do all of you suddenly have water in your eyes?" He tries, unsuccessfully, to distract himself. Tears, from men or women, have never been his strong suit.
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Theo and Arthur eventually loosen their hold and step back.
