[He leans against her, hard--if that's possible--and his grip on her hand only relaxes a little. He needs this right now--hates that he needs it, but needs it.
His hatred and his restlessness fast get the better of him, and he pulls away after just a minute or so, jams the heel of his hand against his eye and breathes out, hard.]
I'm all right. I'm-- tired.
[The thought of going anywhere is daunting. He glances back toward his bed.]
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His hatred and his restlessness fast get the better of him, and he pulls away after just a minute or so, jams the heel of his hand against his eye and breathes out, hard.]
I'm all right. I'm-- tired.
[The thought of going anywhere is daunting. He glances back toward his bed.]
I'm going to stay here.