He keeps his hands up above his heart and it's a testament - a testament to his control that he doesn't roll over heaving his guts out and what remains of the little food he's eaten. Instead he sits, staring at the wall and he won't respond until she comes back.
"...It was the running into walls that really did it. I mean that was...that was me at the end of my rope."
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"...It was the running into walls that really did it. I mean that was...that was me at the end of my rope."