Eight years. That year starts to drive it home. The blink of an eye turned into eight years, and Guy is a tired mess who seems to be taking the sight of a dead man in stride. He reaches for his coat with his other hand and pulls it on, then moves back to take both Guy's shoulders, increasingly worried and increasingly chilled, although he tries not to let Guy feel the slight tremor in his hands. He speaks, and tries to sound gentle and warm even though, for the first time today, the winter outside seems to touch his very bones.
Dead. Done. Stuck here. No telling how long he'll even be alive.]
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Eight years. That year starts to drive it home. The blink of an eye turned into eight years, and Guy is a tired mess who seems to be taking the sight of a dead man in stride. He reaches for his coat with his other hand and pulls it on, then moves back to take both Guy's shoulders, increasingly worried and increasingly chilled, although he tries not to let Guy feel the slight tremor in his hands. He speaks, and tries to sound gentle and warm even though, for the first time today, the winter outside seems to touch his very bones.
Dead. Done. Stuck here. No telling how long he'll even be alive.]
Let's get you home. Where do you live?