[He just stands there, shoulders sagging, without pulling away yet.]
I don't... have any more answers than what I had before.
[He's angry. Not at anyone in particular. At this place, and his lack of--everything. He balls both hands into tight fists, even if doing so stings one of them.
Finally, he lifts his head and straightens up without knocking Bradley away.]
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I don't... have any more answers than what I had before.
[He's angry. Not at anyone in particular. At this place, and his lack of--everything. He balls both hands into tight fists, even if doing so stings one of them.
Finally, he lifts his head and straightens up without knocking Bradley away.]