The song
And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone
Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here.
The song Hunter Honey Hopper was humming to himself was none other than Phil Ochs' 'When I'm Gone,' a familiar tune that he had always been fond of. Somewhat uplifting, because it reminded Hunter to do the things he needed to do because once he passed away there wouldn't be much he could do then, Hunter liked to believe Phil Ochs was right. Humming along at the comforting tune, he noticed Hadley starting to join in and he might've cried. Instead, once the soup was poured into a reasonable container for travel, he found himself wandering back to sit and listen.
Curling up on the couch beside Hadley, Hunter rested his chin on his knees, blinking lovingly at his sibling, encouraging him to continue.
This was a special, and intimate treat between siblings.
Hunter had never been blessed with the Hopper's vocals, he could hold a note and sing backup vocals, but he didn't have the shining, bold voice that everyone else seemed to possess. Listening to his younger sibling, regardless of the scratchy vocals, was a treat that instantly beckoned him into silence. He really did think the world of his sibling, and without thinking his a guitar floated to him from the stock shelving. It was his favorite
acoustic guitar, the very first item he customized. Naturally, he uncurled a bit, welcoming his instrument like an old friend, Hunter hardly needed his powers to operate the instrument, but his eyes glimmered a soft blue as it tuned up and he softly started to strum along.