His face was all apology as he drew something out of the inner breast pocket of his suit coat. Richard stood, and even though he had one arm bandaged up, I was suddenly aware of how tall he was, how broad his shoulders were. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't blame him, but part of me wanted to.
I'm sorry, I said, softly. When most of his head was gone from his shoulders, I lowered my gun enough to look around and see how everyone else was doing. I frowned at him. He was an adult person, and I'd just ordered him to bed like he was a naughty child.
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