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Date: 2011-08-30 08:18 am (UTC)
Trixa took his hand, leading him back inside, towards the kitchen. Soup and a sandwich, some kind of comfort food, nothing too heavy, but something that might take a little while to eat so he could get his composure back. If acting strong, holding on was that important to him, she'd make sure he had the time he needed to shore up his defenses.

"You have somewhere to stay, is there someone looking out for you?" He hadn't mentioned anyone earlier and that worried her. He really shouldn't be alone, not in his current state.
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