[Slowly, he staggers to the window, to make sure they're gone. Seeing no one, he does his best to close the curtains despite the chilly breeze from outside (not to mention the difficulties of doing this while clinging to one stupid crutch). He drags himself over to the bed, where he promptly collapses onto his side, letting the crutch slide to the floor. He really doesn't care. The cold doesn't even bother him...
Not nearly as much as Silver's words. Confusing, jarring, dangerous... It's best to just block it out.]
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Not nearly as much as Silver's words. Confusing, jarring, dangerous... It's best to just block it out.]