[After a few moments, he's got his eyepatch tied, sloppy as it is, and hopelessly knotted. He exhales heavily through his nose, the dream completely forgotten now. In the dark bedroom, and so many years later, Lizzie isn't exactly that little bright-eyed girl from his dream.]
You don't have to get up and wander around like this. [He slides out of bed, feeling his way around in the dark. ] You should go back to bed.
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You don't have to get up and wander around like this. [He slides out of bed, feeling his way around in the dark. ] You should go back to bed.