Suits
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Spoiler for character death.

The dull grey sky matched the color of his suit. Despite his best efforts, it was still a little scruffy. There was a small stain on the left lapel that he'd never managed to get out.

He tried to cover it with a flag pin. One edge of the blemish still showed, but only if you were looking closely. Today, Lennie knew that no one was looking at him.

They were looking at the casket. Claire's casket. The one she shouldn't be lying in.

Lennie glanced with sympathy at McCoy. Jack's face looked as rumpled and worn as Lennie's suit.