I just--I know how much you hate being--[he gestures vaguely at her leg]--helpless. Well, you're not helpless, but ... you know what I mean.
[he takes another sip of his tea so he'll stop talking, then sighs and leans his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes and rubbing his fingers over his forehead]
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[he takes another sip of his tea so he'll stop talking, then sighs and leans his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes and rubbing his fingers over his forehead]