He looks like he’s withering more and more every day and nothing seems to work anymore. It started after I gave him the box. Every time he sleeps, he looks tense. I don’t know why, but tonight I instinctively touched his head to see if I could assess the problem. Nothing. I can’t do anything, so I just sit there and stroke his hair.
Whenever I take the opportunity to catch a ride on someone, I never touch them. Usually, I’ll grab on to a shirt, or use a pin or clip as a chair.
His body relaxes after awhile.
You’re almost rid of me and the Grove. Hang in there.