[Part of him wants to lean closer to her, take some comfort from that. But he knows he couldn't stand it for very long; he would quickly grow claustrophobic, or else his anger would overtake him all over again. He can feel it even now, as he clenches his fists, reflexively.
And then he stands, all at once, pushing away from the bed, pacing across the room, and then pacing back again.]
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And then he stands, all at once, pushing away from the bed, pacing across the room, and then pacing back again.]
I don't know what to do.
[He admits it, tightly.]