Sonny swallows, shaking his head as he stares at her. He is abandoning the bar, moving around and toward her, but every step feels heavy, every step is slow like if he moves too fucking fast she might disappear into thin air.

His eyes burn, and he shakes his head.

Her hand. He remembers finding the remains of her-- her hand in the burned up building and the rubble. Of course, he does, and there it is as if--

when he gets close enough, he reaches out to take her hand in his own (it is solid, it is real, she is real). his eyes burn more and he is not a demon or a leader of a bar at all, he's a broken man holding the hand of a woman he loved and lost, and every carefully built part of himself threatens to fucking crumble all at once.

"Olivia."

Her name is a strangled thing.