He shook his head and let his hands fall, one dangling off the side of the bed.
"Non... not... good wit crowds an... an ma seour... She feel too much. Too strongly. You... you got yours under control. Dey dere, but dey not over whelmin... I jus stay here, oui? Not hurt anyone here. Ya call an tell me how ma seour doin... send pictures or something..." Enteinne refused with a voice that echoed with defeat and guilt. He didn't feel worth the effort of helping.
"sides... I not hungry and I can sleep here."
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