[He doesn't resist her urging, sitting back down where he'd started. His hands come together in his lap, twisting habitually, and he doesn't look at her- his gaze is fixed, like a magnet, on the sleeping face of Regis on the bed.
He should say something, probably. Explain himself, maybe reassure her somehow that he's not going to fall apart here. Even something as simple as thanking her for the trouble. Words fail, though. He can't seem to remember what any of them mean.]
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He should say something, probably. Explain himself, maybe reassure her somehow that he's not going to fall apart here. Even something as simple as thanking her for the trouble. Words fail, though. He can't seem to remember what any of them mean.]