[It probably was a good death, but that's an opinion that Shaw decides to keep to herself. She can imagine the scene: Harold being annoyingly guilt-ridden, and John being annoyingly broody in turn. It's no surprise that they can't reassure each other when they're both probably wrecked in their own way.]
You can have the bed; I'll take the couch.
[He's taller and has chronic pain, and she can curl up anywhere to sleep. It's an easy decision.]
While you're here, can you name my kestrel?
[It's a bit of a non-sequitur, but if he's going to be sleeping here, he'll likely see a lot of the bird; it usually comes in at dusk to roost.]
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You can have the bed; I'll take the couch.
[He's taller and has chronic pain, and she can curl up anywhere to sleep. It's an easy decision.]
While you're here, can you name my kestrel?
[It's a bit of a non-sequitur, but if he's going to be sleeping here, he'll likely see a lot of the bird; it usually comes in at dusk to roost.]