Strange has straightened in his seat beside the bed, but his expression remains just as flat. If he tries for sympathetic, he’s not really sure what his facial muscles will do, some spasmodic twitch, so he doesn’t even try.
You could try again another time, give it another shot, he wants to say, except he knows the grim math. Coming up with the initial nerve must have been hard enough. And Barrow’s fifty-four years old. Coming up on sixty, sooner or later. If it didn’t work now… Putting his body through all of that, all over again, might well kill him the second time.
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Strange has straightened in his seat beside the bed, but his expression remains just as flat. If he tries for sympathetic, he’s not really sure what his facial muscles will do, some spasmodic twitch, so he doesn’t even try.
You could try again another time, give it another shot, he wants to say, except he knows the grim math. Coming up with the initial nerve must have been hard enough. And Barrow’s fifty-four years old. Coming up on sixty, sooner or later. If it didn’t work now… Putting his body through all of that, all over again, might well kill him the second time.