[ And he leaves before Lambert can even finish the thought: I wanted you to trust me, too.
He'll spend a few more minutes there in silence, watching the shadow Childermass has disappeared into, shoulders heaving and chest aching, before he picks up his mug and heads back to the workbench. He's not going to get any sleep for a while. He might as well take advantage of it. ]
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He'll spend a few more minutes there in silence, watching the shadow Childermass has disappeared into, shoulders heaving and chest aching, before he picks up his mug and heads back to the workbench. He's not going to get any sleep for a while. He might as well take advantage of it. ]