"His face shutters again. 'I'm okay.'

I reach out to touch his arm and he very gently moves back, keeping a certain distance between us. I can take a hint: I stop leaning forward on the bar and busy my hands stacking glasses and wiping down a counter that's already clean.

I want to do something for this man. I don't know what I can do, though. He's back to sitting staring off into space."

 

 

 

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