"Can I... can I hug you so you'll move and push me off? Can I bite you so I won't start screaming? Can I shake you so I can't see your face anymore? Can I kill you... so I'd at least get to say goodbye?"
He stared down at the limp, unmoving body, panting. Each exhale, much too heavy to be a sigh, came with a near-inaudible keening noise at the back of his throat.
Like a scream of denial and fury and raw, bleeding grief, suppressed.
"Can I love you? Can I hate you?" He whispered, eyes wild with almost-madness. "Can you – can you just – wake the hell up already?!"