"Walk with me," I say, and it isn't a suggestion, but it sounds enough like one to avoid giving anyone around us a reason to be interested. I stand, tucked the notebooks against my forearm and starting for the hall with a thank you on our way out to the day's cook.
"He's been through some hellish things, here," I tell Bruce once we're away from the dwindling breakfast crowd and heading for the compound's exit.
"But he has support. Friends, people he looks up to, people he knows to care about him. I've seen him withdrawn and I've seen him manic, but I've never seem him completely fall apart or lash out at anyone," I continue, holding the door open for Bruce after I've taken the first step out of it.
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Date: 2012-02-12 02:52 am (UTC)"He's been through some hellish things, here," I tell Bruce once we're away from the dwindling breakfast crowd and heading for the compound's exit.
"But he has support. Friends, people he looks up to, people he knows to care about him. I've seen him withdrawn and I've seen him manic, but I've never seem him completely fall apart or lash out at anyone," I continue, holding the door open for Bruce after I've taken the first step out of it.
"He has a life here, and it means a lot to him."