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I came in and saw him laying on the bed. We discussed tonight's plan. Weasel came in, nothing's ended up on. I stressed to him my torn feelings about my friends and the guilt. Damned if I do damned if I don't. He quieted me. My thoughts ran to Home. I was off in 2 weeks. My first life. I started to cry. At first he kissed me, then saw my crinkling face and tears. Then held me closer. Waited for my cry out of what was wrong. He continued to hold me and tell me it was going to be alright. I fell in and out of the dazes of sadness and sleep. Eventually he spoke, making sure nothing was important for the rest of the night, then covered me and laid with me until I was asleep. Through my waking in the night, he was there, safe and warm.