Patrice reaches to take the pen, now in his father's hand, and a glowing version of it comes away easily. Hearing his own childish voice again, hearing his mother speak to him, is hard, but the whole thing has been, so maybe it's not any worse than it was moments earlier. Whatever the case, his mind is slowly emptying out. Later he'll try to remember to thank Presley and Des for being respectful, but he hasn't got it in him right now. Instead he just watches his father for a few moments, quickly reaches to touch his hand one last time, and then goes to follow his friends, brushing past his mother as he goes.