He trails off slightly, brow furrowing, before a brief coughing jag takes him. It seems to shake and jumble up everything up in his head, and he has to grasp for her name, reaching back through the memories that aren't his.
"Kate."
Yes. Right. Kate.
Lightly grasping her wrist, stopping her hand on his chest, he gazes up at her. The weary look in his eyes is still there, the deep, slow drawl of his voice like heavy feet dragging across gravel.
"Why're you askin' me these things like I've lost my mind? 'M just sick, not senile."
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"'Course I do, honey. It's..."
He trails off slightly, brow furrowing, before a brief coughing jag takes him. It seems to shake and jumble up everything up in his head, and he has to grasp for her name, reaching back through the memories that aren't his.
"Kate."
Yes. Right. Kate.
Lightly grasping her wrist, stopping her hand on his chest, he gazes up at her. The weary look in his eyes is still there, the deep, slow drawl of his voice like heavy feet dragging across gravel.
"Why're you askin' me these things like I've lost my mind? 'M just sick, not senile."
There's a light note in there somewhere.