[It makes him smile, very small. He doesn't know how much good he's actually done, but - it's something. He closes his eyes, lets go of his knees enough to lean back against the couch. He's so tired. Bone-deep, deeper, soul-deep. He didn't know it was possible to be this tired. And he worries, with a shiver, that the moment he drops to sleep he'll be back in that pit.]
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[It makes him smile, very small. He doesn't know how much good he's actually done, but - it's something. He closes his eyes, lets go of his knees enough to lean back against the couch. He's so tired. Bone-deep, deeper, soul-deep. He didn't know it was possible to be this tired. And he worries, with a shiver, that the moment he drops to sleep he'll be back in that pit.]