[His throat is tightening. He sets the tea down and gets comfortable, lying down on his side and curling up for warmth. If he weren't tired as hell, he wouldn't do it in front of Adele, this sort of body language being sort of like a cat showing its belly. It's only when he's comfortable around someone that he goes so completely informal, even if he's still very controlled.]
It took...probably about six hours for me. Once I stopped panicking. Then there was nothing else to do.
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It took...probably about six hours for me. Once I stopped panicking. Then there was nothing else to do.