[The idea of food faintly makes his stomach turn, but he doesn't say it.
He doesn't say much of anything, at all, as she talks to him, letting her voice wash over him and calm his frayed nerves. For the first time since he woke up on the kitchen floor, he's able to close his eyes without worrying that he'll be on his cold hard bunk in the Hyde Park Barracks.]
Mm. [It isn't much of an answer, but... He sounds proud of her. A small, contented smile slowly starts to turn up the corner of his mouth.] Something for me to look forward to.
[If he is to wake up, in Hell or in Sydney (for what little difference there is between them), then this is a pleasant enough dream to die in.]
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He doesn't say much of anything, at all, as she talks to him, letting her voice wash over him and calm his frayed nerves. For the first time since he woke up on the kitchen floor, he's able to close his eyes without worrying that he'll be on his cold hard bunk in the Hyde Park Barracks.]
Mm. [It isn't much of an answer, but... He sounds proud of her. A small, contented smile slowly starts to turn up the corner of his mouth.] Something for me to look forward to.
[If he is to wake up, in Hell or in Sydney (for what little difference there is between them), then this is a pleasant enough dream to die in.]