[He's plenty distressed - despite spending most of his day in bed, the bruises around his eyes are as black as if he hadn't slept at all - but none of it is acute.
His breath hitches and his eyes start open when she places the stuffed cow on his lap. He lifts a hand and cups its head in his palm, his thumb rubbing over the milky white fur as if he's forgotten how to handle soft things. A knot rises in his throat, and he barely manages to croak:]
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His breath hitches and his eyes start open when she places the stuffed cow on his lap. He lifts a hand and cups its head in his palm, his thumb rubbing over the milky white fur as if he's forgotten how to handle soft things. A knot rises in his throat, and he barely manages to croak:]
Thank you...