[He shifts, trying to get comfortable against the wall, and glances at her curiously. And he is curious, very much so, but...he also knows about having secrets. He shrugs, looking back out at the moving shadows in the darkened lobby.]
You don't have to tell me. But if you want to, I'll listen.
[Heather had done something similar for him, back when he'd been sick and dealing with memories of his own death.]
[Action]
You don't have to tell me. But if you want to, I'll listen.
[Heather had done something similar for him, back when he'd been sick and dealing with memories of his own death.]