[He barely notices that they're still moving. One foot in front of the other, a little at a time. Walking is automatic, like breathing; he does both despite not seeing much of a reason to continue with either.
He doesn't answer Tex. But he does sigh, and his shoulders slump, and he lets her guide him.]
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He doesn't answer Tex. But he does sigh, and his shoulders slump, and he lets her guide him.]