Music has always given R a way to imagine the way that Living might feel. When he puts on a Sinatra record and sits with the music humming through his body, he can try to fool himself that it isn't just the beat of the music that he feels in his ears, that the breaths he takes each time a new line begins are necessary.
He glances out of the alcove he's tucked into, along the corridor to the open door.]
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Music has always given R a way to imagine the way that Living might feel. When he puts on a Sinatra record and sits with the music humming through his body, he can try to fool himself that it isn't just the beat of the music that he feels in his ears, that the breaths he takes each time a new line begins are necessary.
He glances out of the alcove he's tucked into, along the corridor to the open door.]
Don't think I'd... be welcome.