[Neither can Alfie. He doesn't even try. For a while, he just sits there - holding Mercy's hand, stroking her hair. But eventually, he mutters something about needing air and lets her go, quietly opening the car door and slipping out.
He doesn't go far. He leans against the trunk, staring at the darkening sky, trying to quiet his head.]
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He doesn't go far. He leans against the trunk, staring at the darkening sky, trying to quiet his head.]