[His heart sinks. Previously, he wouldn't have thought this possible. Slowly, he loosens his grip and lets his hand fall.]
[There are no words.]
[He leans against the table and just looks: at Ned, at Digby, at the bustle of life in this kitchen that was, for a while, dead, and is now resurrected.]
Spam
[There are no words.]
[He leans against the table and just looks: at Ned, at Digby, at the bustle of life in this kitchen that was, for a while, dead, and is now resurrected.]
[There are no words - there never will be words.]
[Except:]
Do you want help?