[ Bruce doesn't feel any better, to be honest. He doesn't feel well enough yet to notice any difference, and the fact he's shaved or cleaned up hasn't changed much of what he's feeling on the inside. But it'll take time, like a room closed for a little too long needs some time with the windows open to let light and air in.
He's just used to keeping all his rooms closed, is all, and the windows and doors are always stuck. It takes a special kind of forcefulness to pry them open.
There's no answer to her words, just a faint nod as she lets go of his hand, then he starts walking down the hallway towards his room. He probably makes an even more pitiful picture than usual, shoulders drawn in and hunched, arms heavy at his sides, head dropped like he could just fall and dissolve into the floor itself.
But he doesn't. He makes his way to his bed and falls onto the mattress, lying awake for minutes or maybe hours until finally exhaustion wins out and he falls asleep. ]
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He's just used to keeping all his rooms closed, is all, and the windows and doors are always stuck. It takes a special kind of forcefulness to pry them open.
There's no answer to her words, just a faint nod as she lets go of his hand, then he starts walking down the hallway towards his room. He probably makes an even more pitiful picture than usual, shoulders drawn in and hunched, arms heavy at his sides, head dropped like he could just fall and dissolve into the floor itself.
But he doesn't. He makes his way to his bed and falls onto the mattress, lying awake for minutes or maybe hours until finally exhaustion wins out and he falls asleep. ]