Edgar widens his circle around her, enough to reach the fence at the perimeter -- and the tarpaulin, draped over it where the cache of extra supplies used to be, before they moved them to the shed. It's unwieldy and crackly and hard to move, and it's waterproof, and he hauls it over one shoulder and moves back toward her.
"I'm here," he keeps saying, "I'm right here," until he actually is, kneeling behind her and reaching to pull the first heavy branch off the heap.
(Christ he's going to feel like such an idiot if she claws him now.)
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Edgar widens his circle around her, enough to reach the fence at the perimeter -- and the tarpaulin, draped over it where the cache of extra supplies used to be, before they moved them to the shed. It's unwieldy and crackly and hard to move, and it's waterproof, and he hauls it over one shoulder and moves back toward her.
"I'm here," he keeps saying, "I'm right here," until he actually is, kneeling behind her and reaching to pull the first heavy branch off the heap.
(Christ he's going to feel like such an idiot if she claws him now.)