[ he stays for a second more, maybe two, before he lets go. Sways back onto his heels and then, slowly, miraculously, back to his feet. His body groans and grumbles and complains in protest; he tells it very firmly to suck it up and shove off. ]
Go back to the house.
[ he tries to soften it, but his throat makes the words catch, come out gravel and sandpaper. It makes him thankful for the night that hides the worst of the veritable deathmask that is his face. ]
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Go back to the house.
[ he tries to soften it, but his throat makes the words catch, come out gravel and sandpaper. It makes him thankful for the night that hides the worst of the veritable deathmask that is his face. ]
Don't tell Carol.