[His worry isn't as visceral, now he has help- but it's there, bubbling uneasily in his chest. He folds his arms, staring at the ground miserably. ]
I mean, she hasn't got her crutches, so she's probably holed up in a room somewhere safe.
[It used to be that Clem would fight her way through everything. These days, she's more careful, and Louis has to try and marry the idea of being grateful for that while also feeling bad she's lost such an intrinsic part of her.]
You think that would work? Getting her to look into a mirror? She seemed pretty adamant that she was sticking here.
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[His worry isn't as visceral, now he has help- but it's there, bubbling uneasily in his chest. He folds his arms, staring at the ground miserably. ]
I mean, she hasn't got her crutches, so she's probably holed up in a room somewhere safe.
[It used to be that Clem would fight her way through everything. These days, she's more careful, and Louis has to try and marry the idea of being grateful for that while also feeling bad she's lost such an intrinsic part of her.]
You think that would work? Getting her to look into a mirror? She seemed pretty adamant that she was sticking here.