"It's much more…" than I'd have on my own right now. But he has to stop talking to close his eyes and let the world stop spinning. Hopefully she gets it.
The thought of eating makes him feel ill, but it's important; he should make himself shortly. "Thank you."
He eases himself down—doesn't lie down fully, while she's here, but leans against the wall; puts back his head and closes his eyes.
"What kind of building is this?" Looked like a storage shed, but…?
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Date: 2019-07-12 04:07 am (UTC)The thought of eating makes him feel ill, but it's important; he should make himself shortly. "Thank you."
He eases himself down—doesn't lie down fully, while she's here, but leans against the wall; puts back his head and closes his eyes.
"What kind of building is this?" Looked like a storage shed, but…?