[ At first he's nothing but dead weight, but a second or two passes and he seems to grasp the idea she's trying to get across. With effort he pulls himself up out of the grass, a few flower petals and bits of grass sticking to his arm and back, and he still looks as if he's a long, long ways away from sober.
He wouldn't smile so easily, for one thing. Her hand so warm, so soft. Is it even real? ]
Emma, I was...sorry, the door. I should have answered.
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[ At first he's nothing but dead weight, but a second or two passes and he seems to grasp the idea she's trying to get across. With effort he pulls himself up out of the grass, a few flower petals and bits of grass sticking to his arm and back, and he still looks as if he's a long, long ways away from sober.
He wouldn't smile so easily, for one thing. Her hand so warm, so soft. Is it even real? ]
Emma, I was...sorry, the door. I should have answered.