[Lucas's breathing slows as he maintains that position, to the point where it might seem as if he's fallen asleep standing up. Before Silence can get too concerned, though, he's shifting and reaching out to the table to steady himself.]
. . . I'll be OK. Thanks. And I'm sorry again.
[With a small smile, he'll retreat back a few steps and begin to head slowly to the stairs.]
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. . . I'll be OK. Thanks. And I'm sorry again.
[With a small smile, he'll retreat back a few steps and begin to head slowly to the stairs.]