Mm. [Death it is. he takes a moment to reach back and put some of those things back in their box properly. there's a playing card, a crayon drawing, several pieces of paper with bits of writing on them, all tucked quickly (but carefully) into the box.
when he's done he'll just bring it forward, onto his lap, and hold it there. it seems the safest place.]
Sometimes they add up to important things... [he glances up as well, towards his ceiling.] Some of them used to be important, but aren't anymore.
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when he's done he'll just bring it forward, onto his lap, and hold it there. it seems the safest place.]
Sometimes they add up to important things... [he glances up as well, towards his ceiling.] Some of them used to be important, but aren't anymore.