[He meant to just go in, look through the clothes. Get something new. Instead, his eyes catch on the table saw. Then the mechanical lift. Then a nail gun someone left out. It would be so easy to...
He doesn't know how long he's been standing there, trying to stop himself from having intrusive thoughts, when Peregrine touches his arm. It startles him and he looks over at her.]
Sorry, I... I...
[His eyes drift over to the rack on the wall where the spare saw blades are kept.]
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He doesn't know how long he's been standing there, trying to stop himself from having intrusive thoughts, when Peregrine touches his arm. It startles him and he looks over at her.]
Sorry, I... I...
[His eyes drift over to the rack on the wall where the spare saw blades are kept.]