It was past nine at night.
Luke drove home.
The little fatty got out of the car, still in a daze, droopy and listless.
Luke had said enough for the day and didn't feel like offering any more consolation.
When people face setbacks, it's tough to get over it immediately, and no amount of talking helps.
To put it simply, accepting it is a process, and the best cure is still time; perhaps a good night's sleep would help.
Luke brought his brother home and asked, "Where do you want to sleep tonight? The living room or the spare bedroom?"
The little fatty glanced at the living room, then walked to the door of the spare bedroom, "Can the projector in the spare bedroom play movies?"
"You're in the mood for a movie?"
"I want to distract myself, maybe that'll make me feel better."
"The best way to distract yourself is to sleep. Once you're asleep, you'll forget about it, and maybe you'll have figured it out by tomorrow morning."
