"Let me know if you need help. Want help. Something." She knew damn well he wouldn't bother.
"Yell if my presence is needed. I'll bring you a beer later."
She wanted to help or to say something that would get through to him or at least register with the idea that she gave a damn, but she didn't know how and she was almost certain it wouldn't matter much anyway.
She wasn't going to touch the money. That was his. He'd earned it, even if how unsettled her.
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