[ Bastien smiles. The coffee, too. The book, which put a lump in his throat that could only be removed by crying or by dragging Byerly to bed. The song living in his sending crystal, which he's listened to so many times he could sing it nearly perfectly, despite not understanding a bit of it. ]
But not—support?
[ A guess. He'll certainly take this foot rub, at least, shoulders going limp against the wall of the bathing pool. ]
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But not—support?
[ A guess. He'll certainly take this foot rub, at least, shoulders going limp against the wall of the bathing pool. ]