Re: [Atticus' Room]
[Steve moved closer in inches. He watched the cigarette burn between Allen's lips, then he watched the man straighten like a pin. He smiled softly, and he went to sit on the edge of the bed. The poor bed protested his weight, but he didn't pay it any attention. He held out his hand, for the cigarette, fraternally.] Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Should we get you into the bed?