"...ah." Joyce glances towards the house, biting hard at her lower lip, thinking for a moment. She should go inside, check on Will, but the idea of trying to stay strong with everything looming over her head seems too much. So instead she offers the bag, gestures towards the recycling bin at the side of the house. "I can...give you the quick version, depending on what he told you. Inside, or...in the letter."
Then, quieter, arms coming to cross over her stomach: "How'd he seem? To you?"
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Date: 2019-10-21 02:58 am (UTC)Then, quieter, arms coming to cross over her stomach: "How'd he seem? To you?"