"He might wake up." Any day now. Maybe. Malcolm closes his eyes, glad to have York's hands holding his face, that solid feel of him there.
"You did try to get me to before. And so did Whiskey. I just didn't think I needed it. I suppose that's no longer true." He'd like to stay. Just like this. "We should get out of here so they can use this room for someone else who's been waiting as long as we have." Now that a lot of that fountain of sadness has washed, he's a little more numb about it all. Doesn't really want to get up but can go through the motions. The motions of being. Kind of like a robot. They can comfort each other later. "I'll drop Carolina a line." A slightly frantic text, at least.
Day 222 - afternoon - action
"You did try to get me to before. And so did Whiskey. I just didn't think I needed it. I suppose that's no longer true." He'd like to stay. Just like this. "We should get out of here so they can use this room for someone else who's been waiting as long as we have." Now that a lot of that fountain of sadness has washed, he's a little more numb about it all. Doesn't really want to get up but can go through the motions. The motions of being. Kind of like a robot. They can comfort each other later. "I'll drop Carolina a line." A slightly frantic text, at least.