[When she returns, the scene in the room is so unchanged that it's as if she's been just seconds rather than minutes. The unremarkable man is yet in her favorite chair near the window, and the crane remains poised across his knees.
He's had a long series of days. What more a few minutes?
So he doesn't straighten at all from where he's slouched down in the chair, but he's certainly brisk enough about turning his attention from the window back to her. With a lazy turn of the cane in his hand and a rather deft flick of the wrist, he uses its handle to hook the leg of the little table beneath the window and drag it closer. The spindly legs of the thing squeal only a little in protest as it's dredged closer.]
You didn't ask for it.
[He raps the little table with the head of the cane twice, clack-clack. Set the tray there.]
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He's had a long series of days. What more a few minutes?
So he doesn't straighten at all from where he's slouched down in the chair, but he's certainly brisk enough about turning his attention from the window back to her. With a lazy turn of the cane in his hand and a rather deft flick of the wrist, he uses its handle to hook the leg of the little table beneath the window and drag it closer. The spindly legs of the thing squeal only a little in protest as it's dredged closer.]
You didn't ask for it.
[He raps the little table with the head of the cane twice, clack-clack. Set the tray there.]