(But right now it is exceedingly difficult to think of wanting anything else than what he has right now: a soft bed, a nice view of the ceiling, every worry gone, and no pain to be found.)
Gaeta ponders this, wonders if he's let the silence go too long, and finally fills it with, "...I don't know, maybe some water?"
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(But right now it is exceedingly difficult to think of wanting anything else than what he has right now: a soft bed, a nice view of the ceiling, every worry gone, and no pain to be found.)
Gaeta ponders this, wonders if he's let the silence go too long, and finally fills it with, "...I don't know, maybe some water?"
His mouth is kind of dry.