[ Out of practice with falling apart, he lacks the experience to reassemble himself. It takes heaving breaths clawed into some kind of pattern, takes fingers still bunched into a shirt while, once together enough to be guided to sit, the hand no longer gripping on to his living life raft lifts to press at his eyes, massage at the sockets.
It takes a while, for all it's clear he's struggling to expedite the process. But finally, once he's sure he can get the word out in one uninterrupted breath: ]
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It takes a while, for all it's clear he's struggling to expedite the process. But finally, once he's sure he can get the word out in one uninterrupted breath: ]
Sorry.
[ This wasn't fair of him. ]