[ Rhy doesn't say anything for a bit. He sits, less shaky now -- physically speaking -- but oddly glassy-eyed and out of it, with a tight-jawed expression that twists his lips like he's eaten something bad.
They sit on that bench near the fountain for a good five minutes, maybe more, before Rhy finally seems to remember Kyle is there with him and turns his head to look at his companion, rather than staring off into space somewhere in the vicinity of the fountain like he has been all this time.
He tries to speak, finds his throat too tight. Stops, clears it. Tries again. ]
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They sit on that bench near the fountain for a good five minutes, maybe more, before Rhy finally seems to remember Kyle is there with him and turns his head to look at his companion, rather than staring off into space somewhere in the vicinity of the fountain like he has been all this time.
He tries to speak, finds his throat too tight. Stops, clears it. Tries again. ]
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