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Those couches in the lounge? They're gettin' an awful lot of business from the back end of Ennis Del Mar. He'd be spending the time in bed, but starin' up at that ceiling gets old after a while.

So instead, he's starin' up at this ceiling. The carving in his hands ain't goin' too bad, considering he ain't looking while he works.

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She's looking at him again, at that, and she doesn't reach out, but says, quiet, "I can go find Simon."

"NO."

Kaylee can't hide her expression. Not immediately.

"All right." Conciliatory, and just on the near edge of being a whisper.

He's still shakin' his head at her, like he didn't even hear her say all right.

"Just gotta..."

but his voice just drops off, 'cause he don't know what he's gotta do. Not one fucking bit.

Neither does Kaylee.

"All right," she says again. "It's all right."

"No."

He says it again, softly this time, and shakes his head. 'Cause it ain't, and sometimes there just ain't nothing you can do about that.

No. There's not.

It's why Kaylee doesn't say anything. She doesn't want to acknowledge it.

But she doesn't want to lie, either. Or fight.

Ain't much use in any of those things, is there? So Ennis just smiles at her, and reaches out for her hand.

She squeezes his, gently. Doesn't know what'll hurt and what won't.

It's just a hell of a mess.

Don't matter, he's gonna hurt either way. And he'd tell her that, if he could.

Instead, he just squeezes back.

And it's better'n staring at the ceiling.

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