"They've been worse," he says, like this is supposed to be a good thing. "I just need a few days. It will help."
At least he is not bleeding.
Anymore, anyway.
It is a considerable effort to pull himself to his feet, but like her earlier desire to look outside, he feels drawn to the night sky. The stars at Milliways are always different than the ones he is used to.
He pauses in his slow shuffle towards the open 'window' - really the old door to the hayloft - at her side, offering her his hand.
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Date: 2012-02-26 07:15 am (UTC)At least he is not bleeding.
Anymore, anyway.
It is a considerable effort to pull himself to his feet, but like her earlier desire to look outside, he feels drawn to the night sky. The stars at Milliways are always different than the ones he is used to.
He pauses in his slow shuffle towards the open 'window' - really the old door to the hayloft - at her side, offering her his hand.