[Another bitter question blooms poisonously in his mind - would you go out of your way to help me? - but as soon as he asks it, he remembers Silver bringing him food, Silver offering to clean up the broken window, Silver offering to help him up off the ground. he's silent, still, hovering close to just curling up in a fetal position on the couch.]
...You wouldn't need to go out of your way. [It takes remarkably little effort to just turn your back and go.]
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...You wouldn't need to go out of your way. [It takes remarkably little effort to just turn your back and go.]