Not yet. [He hasn't shifted through his grief enough to think on what he should do next. Doing something to remember her by would make the loss easier to bear. He understands that.
But Guy's only human. There's a limit to how well he can keep his emotions on a leash, how much he can shove below before it begins bubbling to the surface. It'd been like this when he saw Luke and his friends again. He'd been careful, then, to keep the pain to himself, in a time and place where no one else could share it, because it was his. It was much too raw and personal to bare.
He doesn't want to be seen in this way, but he knows it's too late to wish for if onlys. His shoulders slump, and he leans against the table.]
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But Guy's only human. There's a limit to how well he can keep his emotions on a leash, how much he can shove below before it begins bubbling to the surface. It'd been like this when he saw Luke and his friends again. He'd been careful, then, to keep the pain to himself, in a time and place where no one else could share it, because it was his. It was much too raw and personal to bare.
He doesn't want to be seen in this way, but he knows it's too late to wish for if onlys. His shoulders slump, and he leans against the table.]
... thanks, for coming over. I'll be fine.