Wells shakes the offered hand; it's a thing you get practise at eventually, even if he hates it. "Hallo then, Willow," he says. "It, ah... I'm sorry you hand to be here today." He pauses, swallowing a little, and his voice has more gravel in it than usual when he speaks again. "My condolences for your loss."
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Date: 2008-03-05 05:49 am (UTC)