Jake'eyes snap open, and he quickly turns to the side, but like his aching heart, the spot where Max always sat on the couch remains empty. He takes in a long, deep breath - really more of a sigh - and squeezes his eyes closed, hoping that by slipping into the darkness of a nap, he will temporarily mask his sorrow.
Though he knows that in some way he should be thankful for just having their time together - those moments forever etched in his heart - and that the sickness took Max quickly rather than dragging out the pain for weeks, maybe even months, he still feels cheated. That somehow he is missing years that could have been.
Unable to sleep, he looks around the all too empty room, letting his gaze fall upon the leash, which still hangs from the peg by the door. It seems to wait patiently, ever ready for that next big adventure. As his eyes well up, he realizes for the first time how much grief weighs, how hard it is to even rise with such a heaviness inside.
It is then he hears a shuffle from behind and turns to see Martha standing in the doorway, her shoulder resting against the frame
" I thought you might be in here, " she says. She looks down at him for only a moment before her stare drifts to the couch. " I miss him, too, Jake. More than you'll ever know."