The lump in his throat is easier to swallow down, now. He can see it so clearly, John dozing in the chair by Edgar's bed or letting Edgar into his own room, so he won't have to try to sleep in the silence.
"Got it," he says. "I'll be fine. Call you when I'm set up, yeah?"
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"Got it," he says. "I'll be fine. Call you when I'm set up, yeah?"