And now that he’s crying, he can’t seem to get himself to stop, so he just gives himself time. Knows that Deanne’s thinking about David John, thinking that there’s something hard in Jessup that he doesn’t call the man his father, but he’s thinking about the sound his truck made, he’s thinking of Corson’s body, dead and gone, thinking of Corson’s parents, thinking of what it’s going to mean to carry this around with him for the rest of his life, so he lets himself cry, lets Deanne hold him.
It’s not so long, a minute at most, but that’s long enough.