[Now he can stand, and to his full height at that, given there's no need to slouch with the pain, with a mangled leg.
He should probably thank her. But acknowledging anything shaped like gratitude feels like a personal betrayal at this very moment. While he considers that-]
[ for a woman who so rarely thanks anyone herself, there is an expectation to her now to be thanked. but it doesn't happen, and she's aware enough at least to not make a fuss about it. ]
[She does not get a thanks, ultimately. She is one of the few people who could—earnestly, as earnestly as Henry Creel can be—but today’s taken its toll.]
Don’t let me keep you.
[He’s already gazing out in the direction of where to go from here — away from the crash sites.]
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He should probably thank her. But acknowledging anything shaped like gratitude feels like a personal betrayal at this very moment. While he considers that-]
What about you?
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I have people to find.
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Don’t let me keep you.
[He’s already gazing out in the direction of where to go from here — away from the crash sites.]
We’ll talk again later.
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He gives her one last lingering look before he turns and heads away.]