[Something about this is... familiar. As though something had taken hold of him, caught him up before he could realize it and swept him into the darkness?
But his blatant lie about his arm comes first.]
It is not nothing. Do not lie.
[She steps close and takes hold of his wrist--gently because his arm may be injured--and pulls up his sleeve to see bandages.]
no subject
But his blatant lie about his arm comes first.]
It is not nothing. Do not lie.
[She steps close and takes hold of his wrist--gently because his arm may be injured--and pulls up his sleeve to see bandages.]
What happened.