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Charlie sits by Bartleby side again. He's opened the blinds and the window enough to let in some sunshine and air, and he sits by his side with a hand in Bartleby's hair, just stroking it gently. He's fed and washed and manipulated Bartleby's limbs a bit, and he can't think of anything more to do.

So he strokes Bartleby's hair and hums a bit, his eyes closed.