Cash opened his eyes, which were wet now. Tears hadn't bubbled over, and he blinked a few times to try to chase the sensation away. He looked at Ford. "I didn't fight it," Cash said, culpability. He'd been overwhelmed, then — with grief for Eli, self-loathing, guilt, fear, and a desire for everything to be quiet. But — he had agreed, as much as it was possible to agree to something like that.
MJ made this!