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It ain't easy, carryin' a man that big outside, when he ain't much for letting you help him.
He wouldn't say they carried. Helped, maybe. Not carried.
Helped or carried or what have you, Ennis is now outside, propped up against a tree, that old woolen blanket wrapped around him.
Maybe it's that the sun's out and shining bright, maybe it's that he can see Jack from where he sits. Maybe it's just that he's happy. But that brooding pout that's been haunting his face for more'n a few weeks is replaced by something ... not quite so brooding.
He wouldn't say they carried. Helped, maybe. Not carried.
Helped or carried or what have you, Ennis is now outside, propped up against a tree, that old woolen blanket wrapped around him.
Maybe it's that the sun's out and shining bright, maybe it's that he can see Jack from where he sits. Maybe it's just that he's happy. But that brooding pout that's been haunting his face for more'n a few weeks is replaced by something ... not quite so brooding.