[Flopping onto his bed then, curling back up around a pillow. A bit pathetic, but maybe some wallowing is excusable. He literally has not slowed down once since Beau died, and it's all starting to catch up at once. He doesn't take any booze or cookies for the moment, but, he does look at them. Considering.]
As long as you don't ask me how I am. Do not ask me how I am.
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As long as you don't ask me how I am. Do not ask me how I am.