[He'd been worrying about Sam after getting the kid sorted a little, and he'd drank water, making his throat feel so much better. He had been sat at the table, spinning his knife and stopping it by the blade on the table, sat with a glass of liquor.
As soon as he heard her voice he stood, and with a pace quick enough that it was just short of jogging, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly. Maybe he could keep himself fromfalling apart if he held on tight enough.]
Sorry. I think... I think she sent me home..... but I can't remember what happened properly. [No, he's not mentioning hell or the fact he died. It didn't matter right now.]
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As soon as he heard her voice he stood, and with a pace quick enough that it was just short of jogging, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly. Maybe he could keep himself fromfalling apart if he held on tight enough.]
Sorry. I think... I think she sent me home..... but I can't remember what happened properly. [No, he's not mentioning hell or the fact he died. It didn't matter right now.]