Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne scrounged up another washcloth and did the same for himself. Feeling the nausea withdraw and hold behind the danger line, he sighed.
Leaned his back against the wall, and slid slowly down until he was sitting on the floor, at the same level as Dora.
This has to stop, Wayne. Delicately, he folded his washcloth and wrapped it around the back of his neck.
"Fuck," he said again.
"Hasn't been this bad in a while," he observed, not intending it to be aloud.