[It's hard to tell from his blank stare whether he hears her or not, but after a long moment, his chin dips in something that could be a nod, and he puts his head back down on his knees.
Sheryl.
He needs to tell her what happened. He should ... he should be strong for her, he supposes.
He can't summon up even enough strength to think about doing that for long, he realizes, and closes his eyes. Maybe she'll find out from someone else. Did he tell her to come in? He can't remember. Maybe she'll understand.]
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Sheryl.
He needs to tell her what happened. He should ... he should be strong for her, he supposes.
He can't summon up even enough strength to think about doing that for long, he realizes, and closes his eyes. Maybe she'll find out from someone else. Did he tell her to come in? He can't remember. Maybe she'll understand.]