[Twenty-four hours. One day more, and then Rip would either find himself relieved of this metaphorical prison, or truly trapped within it. He steps closer when Leonard pulls up his sleeve, still an arm’s length away, but close enough that he might get a better look at those marks. Short notes, almost code, Leonard likely keeping track of the assorted moving parts and people he felt responsible for during this endeavor.
It’s an impressive feat he’s accomplished, particularly for someone who doesn’t see himself a hero.
Back to charades for a moment. Leonard looks weary, and those markings are clear enough reason as to why. So Rip points to Leonard, then towards the bed: you should rest, although he suspects the man would likely continue to put his own care on the backburner so long as he felt the press of unfinished business.]
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It’s an impressive feat he’s accomplished, particularly for someone who doesn’t see himself a hero.
Back to charades for a moment. Leonard looks weary, and those markings are clear enough reason as to why. So Rip points to Leonard, then towards the bed: you should rest, although he suspects the man would likely continue to put his own care on the backburner so long as he felt the press of unfinished business.]