[ she stands where he lets her down and waits patiently for him to finish, not really all too sure of what to say right now. she already knew he wasn't doing well. she already knew she couldn't ask him to talk about it. she knew he wouldn't, not now. he was busy getting the bike ready, and she didn't want to detract his attention from that, since both of them wanted to go back to the house as quickly as possible.
she begins to fiddle with one of her sleeve ends as she watches him quietly, continuing to try and find something to talk about that wasn't how he's been, or how she died, or ... anything like that. ]
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she begins to fiddle with one of her sleeve ends as she watches him quietly, continuing to try and find something to talk about that wasn't how he's been, or how she died, or ... anything like that. ]