Clark leaned in a little, wishing he could do more, wanting to do more. After a moment, he gave up and knelt beside Jim, holding out an arm.
"He's not angry. Worried. Confused. A little guilty. But not angry, not anymore. And he's still here. I wouldn't have stepped in except I heard your heartbeat, you were scared--"
He tried to find Jim's eyes.
"Jim, it's all right. We'll get it sorted out. He's--" he gave half of a tired smile, "he's pacing just outside the door, worried out of his mind about you. It's going to be okay."
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"He's not angry. Worried. Confused. A little guilty. But not angry, not anymore. And he's still here. I wouldn't have stepped in except I heard your heartbeat, you were scared--"
He tried to find Jim's eyes.
"Jim, it's all right. We'll get it sorted out. He's--" he gave half of a tired smile, "he's pacing just outside the door, worried out of his mind about you. It's going to be okay."