[Hesitantly, Edgeworth lifts his head from the dog's shoulder and looks at Diarmuid plaintively and pleadingly. His eyes are red, and more tears are adding to layers of streaks.]
(How can I possibly explain? How much does he really understand of the sort of help needed here?)
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[Hesitantly, Edgeworth lifts his head from the dog's shoulder and looks at Diarmuid plaintively and pleadingly. His eyes are red, and more tears are adding to layers of streaks.]
(How can I possibly explain? How much does he really understand of the sort of help needed here?)