True Love II

It had been such a horrible day that neither Crawford nor Schuldig made the effort to switch the channel when the stupid chick-flick started.

"Why are people so desperate to marry, anyway?" Schuldig asked when they were past the second third of the movie.

"They are terrified of dying alone," came the cynical reply.

Schuldig mulled it over for a while.

"Is that what true love is?"

Crawford shrugged. It was an unaccustomed gesture. He tended to consider that everything in the world was his business, even things he didn't particularly care for. Showing any kind of careless disinterest was extremely rare for him.

"It is for some."

Schuldig gave it some more thought.

"I don't particularly care if I'm alone or not when it happens, I just don't fucking want to die. They're missing the point."

Crawford glanced at him, but only answered when his eyes were fixed again on the screen.

"You will care, then."

Schuldig frowned. At first he had thought it was just an 'everyone does' comment, but then he started to suspect it might have been a more specific reply.

"Have you 'seen' my death?"

Crawford's attention was fully on the screen, his voice toneless.

"Yes."

"Oh." Schuldig paused a short while. "And?"

The couple in the movie were arguing about something or another.

"You won't be alone."

Schuldig refrained from overthinking what that meant and tried to focus again on the TV.