[So, now what, Eli wonders, as he sits in the Library, staring at a book he put out just to have an excuse to be there.
The old lad-...Mary was dead.
Nothin' to do about it, right? It wasn't like...he knew her THAT well. So then why did he still feel like someone rolled over him with a truck? It wasn't like she wasn't going to come back.]
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[she'll approach after a moment, reaching to grab his shoulder.]
Hey. You alright, Lizzy?
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Yeah, I'm fine. Why?
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'Cause you don't seem like it. [duh. she knows you, you fool. she sits on the edge of the couch, arm snaking around his shoulders.]
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Not really sure how to feel, you know? Or, I don't know. Maybe not...
[He tries to swallow down the lump in his throat, wondering why it won't go away.]
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