[And he is, in fact, in bed by the time she arrives. His room is as clean as ever and he's sitting propped up and reading a possibly familiar poetry book, well worn and just as dumb as ever.
He looks up when she comes to the door and smiles for her, setting the book down. His smile brightens a little more when he sees the tea and sweets.]
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He looks up when she comes to the door and smiles for her, setting the book down. His smile brightens a little more when he sees the tea and sweets.]
You didn't have to do that.