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[ she sounds miserable. how do you sleep? he takes a breath in through his nose and eases his way into the room, going for another mug from the drying rack. he hopes she isn't miserable because he's here but that really can't be helped now, can it? ] I'm staying for coffee. [ obviously. stupid... he shakes his head, trying to get a glimpse of her eyes. even this close to her he's still trying to convince himself that she's alive. here, if nothing else is 'okay' about her at all. ]

Then I'll get out of your hair. [ he doesn't sound happy about it, but he doesn't sound happy about most things anyway. ]