Brushing his hands off on his pants -- he really should have thought to bring napkins, too -- he reaches for one of the folders and flips it open. After a moment of squinting at it, he sets it aside again, long enough to retrieve one of his old pairs of glasses, and then he's back at her side, with the folder in his lap. It doesn't take him long to at least get the gist of what she was trying to do.
"You were trying to ... " Fix him. Fix the mess he'd made of himself.
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Thanks.
Date: 2012-06-06 12:50 am (UTC)From:"You were trying to ... " Fix him. Fix the mess he'd made of himself.