[ he sets out each item on the coffee table before him. he doesn't have the context of days, doesn't know which came first. he twirls the maple leaf between his fingers, then sets it inside the tea cup. he picks up the twig, but sets that too down into the cup, more interested in the drawing. crude, like a child's. had it belonged to a child...?
he sets that down in favor of reading reilanin's response. ]
no subject
he sets that down in favor of reading reilanin's response. ]
It's his body.