[He's still laying there when Xanth arrives. Still looking at the paint on his hand. How had he not noticed it until now? Had he really been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he'd missed something so important? Something so grounding?]
[The sound of footsteps makes him turn his head. But not get to his feet. Not yet.]
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[The sound of footsteps makes him turn his head. But not get to his feet. Not yet.]
Boy...?