No. No, I can do it, it's just. [He doesn't have words exactly. Daddy issues, yes, but not words. Eventually though he sets his jaw and he straightens up, using his free hand to open the door
and stare into the empty bedroom.
It's what he remembers from some memories, a bed, a dresser, a closet. The hat rack in the corner. The tie rack on the wall. It's...quiet and empty and he doesn't immediately step into the room yet but gestures for Dave to look.]
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and stare into the empty bedroom.
It's what he remembers from some memories, a bed, a dresser, a closet. The hat rack in the corner. The tie rack on the wall. It's...quiet and empty and he doesn't immediately step into the room yet but gestures for Dave to look.]
This is it.