They're really not. [The most important.] But I'll save mine for you. You can have them. The next time we see each other.

[When Peter's voice quiets down and he starts talking about the funeral lights Flynn doesn't think he can go on. His head drops between his knees and a strangled sound threatens to escape him that he suffocates in the crook of his arm.]

Wow, you're-- you're right. [He stammers the words out, his voice choking up.] It's beautiful.