"Oh my god," he babbles, "Bartleby, baby, it's okay, you're home, you're safe, let me get you some water. Water, yes." He rushes to the bathroom and pours a cup, spilling most of it down his shirt as he rushes back. He works an arm gently under Bartleby's head and lifts him, and holds the glass to his lips, just enough to wet them.
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Date: 2005-04-01 10:07 pm (UTC)"Let me know you're in there, love."