We're still SO SO SO SO sad that we don't have our T anymore.
It doesn't feel anymore like someone died--we felt that way for weeks, and our tummy hurt a lot and felt weird and icky from being so sad. But now there's just a crying feeling underneath everything, and lots of mad feelings also.
And we have to keep stopping Watcher from texting him to say "I hate your guts," because that wouldn't really help anything, and we never want our T to write back anyway, because he wasn't sorry that he put someone else in our time without telling us or asking first. He literally said he didn't do anything wrong by doing that, and that it was "reasonable" to assume that we weren't coming even though we NEVER said that we weren't coming. And we had never not shown up without letting him know ahead of time. Ever.
All we have is the body T, and she puts her hand on the back of our neck, and that helps us feel like no one is going to hurt us, but it's not like talking to someone and looking at them and having them SEE us.
Bobby and Oliver and others.