[He does sit up, stiffly tugging his leg up a little as well to rest his elbow on. Granted, the limp was psychosomatic, but the stress of this last year... It's been tough.
He passes a hand over his face and turns his gaze toward the ground.]
I know.
[He does. Eighteen months was a long time. Forever, really.]
no subject
He passes a hand over his face and turns his gaze toward the ground.]
I know.
[He does. Eighteen months was a long time. Forever, really.]
But I finished it. That's what matters.