Likewise, Gilbert is surprised to hear Oz bringing up Oscar so casually like this. They've both had time to heal, but Oscar was something beyond precious, one of so many who had sacrificed themselves in order to see them through to the end. A memory of tea party fills his head, and then fills the space around them. Not the image of it, but the feelings, the swirl of happy emotions of that day. It's so thick, it feels like you can reach out and touch that dreamlike happiness they'd all felt.

It's such a relief, he thinks, that that's the emotion that comes through the strongest. There's still grief, and always will be, but it's only secondary now.

"I'd be happy to greet him again too someday...and tell him all about it."

You know, after he's done weeping.