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The music was appropriately soft as people filed into the room, if not necessarily sombre. Distantly - as he seemed to hear everything now, a mark of his separation, mentally if not physically, from the world around him - Nathan heard the whispered comments that expressed surprise, and in some cases disapproval, at his choice of music for such an occasion.
He ignored them all, he didn’t care what other people thought, he wasn’t sure he would ever care again what other people thought, except for his gran and his sister, and Stephen; the three of them had been there for him during the fortnight it took to arrange the funeral for his wife and kids.
Nathan felt his grandmother squeeze his arm reassuringly, and turned to offer her a smile of thanks. The smile was a little forced for he co
