Stephen stares at her, eyes wet. He's still breathing as though he's run a mile, but there's a sort of dawning understanding, too.
And he kneels down, lowering himself down to her level, and takes her hand with both of his. There is a tightly-folded paper that he moves in to her palm, and then closes her hand as if to shield it from sight]
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Christine.
Stephen stares at her, eyes wet. He's still breathing as though he's run a mile, but there's a sort of dawning understanding, too.
And he kneels down, lowering himself down to her level, and takes her hand with both of his. There is a tightly-folded paper that he moves in to her palm, and then closes her hand as if to shield it from sight]
Sorry, there's no place for you inside this solitude
Please stay up here and bring them back again
I swear I've been there for you
I know you'll follow through
Stay the course and keep the ship manned