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... good. [ With his free hand he digs in his pocket, bringing out a small pouch. Earlier he had put a few things in it for his younger self. He holds it out to her. ]
Take this. Give it to me later. [ He waits for her to take it before digging for his phone since he doesn't want her to completely let go of his other hand yet. Although she might. He feels worse. Like he needs to just sit down in the snow now. But he tries to fight it, as weak as he's getting. ] I'll need this back too. [ He holds out the phone he had 'borrowed'. ]