Book of random ships and one shots

Summary: Sal misses his best friend.
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Sal looked down sadly at his cuffed hands, letting tears fall without a care, knowing that they would just fall behind the prosthetic and be hidden before they fell to mark his orange pants. He was about to go to court but one minute he is sitting there perfectly fine and the next he was weeping over the side of the bed staring at the palms of his hand. He missed him, he missed Larry, how they would hunt ghost, hang out, hold hands and, just be together. Sal was brought to the courtroom sitting quietly at the stand being questioned, he was asked something and started answering but then looked down and fell silent, tears filling up his eyes once again. He stretched out his fingers to look at the empty space between them feeling something missing. Sal started quietly sobbing before he was interrupted by the lawyer calling him "Mr.Fisher?" He asked looking at the masked man. "Sorry, what was the question?" Sal asked sniffling and lightly shaking his head. The lawyer looked at him for a moment but then repeated the question. But Sal still wasn't listening, he was in his own world thinking about the good old times. Them rocking out to Sanity Falls, trying to find clues to the real murderer and, sharing weird happenings. But now he was here stuck in a courtroom with a bunch of money hungry pricks in suits. He was innocent, why did they have him here, he wanted to go home, that stupid detective should have done his job right, Sal wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for him. After being arrested for not being able to prove innocent Sal escaped prison and took refuge in Larry's old treehouse where he stayed for as long as he could with the ghost of his best friend.
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This based off one line in a song and I love it so much <3

Credit to "Smileknife" on Tumblr for the art above