Francis wanted to come. He wanted to stay by his side. Instead, he smiled and shook his head. "I think its best if just the two of you talk. I'm never far if you want to find me though. Alright?" And he hoped he would. But would he see him again later that day or will he let life take him and maybe see him again in a week? Two? A month? Maybe this will be but a memory forgotten as easily as winter.

"Goodbye, Edmund." He said softly and turned to go.