[With the removal of her hand, Jim slides out of bed, fixes his clothes a minute and excuses himself to the restroom half out of embarrassment and something else he couldn't quite put a finger on.
He goes through his routine of brushing his teeth and shaving his face before coming back out of the bathroom, looking her over.]
How's the shoulder?
[There might have been a desperation to change the topic.]
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He goes through his routine of brushing his teeth and shaving his face before coming back out of the bathroom, looking her over.]
How's the shoulder?
[There might have been a desperation to change the topic.]