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Duck watches him from the edges of the crowd. He'd almost tried keeping Geoffrey home this morning, but he's kept him home every morning since they woke to find Sunny's bed empty, and Duck can't keep him there any longer, even if he feels about ready to crawl out his skin being this far away from him.
He's almost afraid to even blink anymore, feels more at loose ends now than he ever felt while drinking, and Duck rubs at each scratchy eye in turn. When Geoffrey leaves the stage, Duck is there and waiting to take his hand, pulling him away and back towards home.
"You got through it," he says, patting the back of Geoffrey's hand with his free one, like Geoffrey's the one who needs reassurance here and Duck's hand isn't shaking in his grasp.
He's almost afraid to even blink anymore, feels more at loose ends now than he ever felt while drinking, and Duck rubs at each scratchy eye in turn. When Geoffrey leaves the stage, Duck is there and waiting to take his hand, pulling him away and back towards home.
"You got through it," he says, patting the back of Geoffrey's hand with his free one, like Geoffrey's the one who needs reassurance here and Duck's hand isn't shaking in his grasp.