[He was only crying a little. He couldn't help it; he might not have been decaying now, but he didn't know what the odds of that changing were or if he'd go right back to it if everyone went home or- It'd been awful, either way, like a slow death all over again.
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Sniffling, he rubbed at his eyes.]
You don't have to do that.
[But.]
It might be nice, though.