Good. [He licks his lips, trying to figure out what to say next. When he speaks again, his voice has dropped down to a whisper, like the words are meant to reassure him more than Anthony.] Good.
[John takes a seat on the bathroom floor, back against the tub, and gently grips at Anthony's elbow. He tugs at him, silently urging to take a seat next to him. It's not, admittedly, the most comfortable thing being this close to someone who is essentially a living corpse, but right now? Right now, John needs to step up his game and show Anthony that he's here for him.]
Did the light do this to you?
[He looks straight at Anthony when he says this, the look on his face pure and simple concern for a friend.]
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[John takes a seat on the bathroom floor, back against the tub, and gently grips at Anthony's elbow. He tugs at him, silently urging to take a seat next to him. It's not, admittedly, the most comfortable thing being this close to someone who is essentially a living corpse, but right now? Right now, John needs to step up his game and show Anthony that he's here for him.]
Did the light do this to you?
[He looks straight at Anthony when he says this, the look on his face pure and simple concern for a friend.]