[ God. It's staggering how many tragedies can play out in the space of a few sentences, and he feels another lingering on the horizon.
Stephen shifts from his perch against the bar, turns his body to lean just the one hip against the counter, Nate's mirror image. It's only a small change, a positional correction: Stephen's spent years watching better people than him comfort the families of the terminally ill, the fatally wounded, the recently deceased. The trick seems to be to go toward instead of away. And to wait.
You don't always need to have something to say. Sometimes it's best just to listen. ]
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Stephen shifts from his perch against the bar, turns his body to lean just the one hip against the counter, Nate's mirror image. It's only a small change, a positional correction: Stephen's spent years watching better people than him comfort the families of the terminally ill, the fatally wounded, the recently deceased. The trick seems to be to go toward instead of away. And to wait.
You don't always need to have something to say. Sometimes it's best just to listen. ]