Make-believe

“Sometimes,” I mutter, “before I properly wake up, half-dreaming, I believe Yorick is coming back.”
Genet squeezes the nape of my neck and moves closer. I suspect he does actually want to kiss me, but that would make him a villain, and he’s presently rather set on the wise mentor role.
“You’re too old for fairytales, Eve,” he says. “Once someone dies, they are dead.”
Yes, yes. I can see that much in the crime scene photos strewn over his desk. Death is pretty reliable.
I think if I ever again wanted a love affair, I would choose someone reliable.