[ But he knows that it's the only answer he's going to get. He watches the wind move through Stephen's garden, reflecting on the life that's clearly established here. For more than one reason he feels like an intruder, like he's stepped into a play too late and missed his cue. If this is where Stephen's been, he should have been here too -- that's how it's supposed to work.
With a sigh, he turns back to look at Stephen. Sober, clear eyed. Setting it aside, moving on to the next thing. You just do. ]
I'm going to need you to tell me what's going on here.
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[ But he knows that it's the only answer he's going to get. He watches the wind move through Stephen's garden, reflecting on the life that's clearly established here. For more than one reason he feels like an intruder, like he's stepped into a play too late and missed his cue. If this is where Stephen's been, he should have been here too -- that's how it's supposed to work.
With a sigh, he turns back to look at Stephen. Sober, clear eyed. Setting it aside, moving on to the next thing. You just do. ]
I'm going to need you to tell me what's going on here.