His face was bleached of color, and he looked shattered and old. Aisling sprang up to take his arm and lead him to a seat by the fire, and he shook off her solicitous grasp with a violent jerk of the arm. That in itself showed how far stretched he was. Dark mud coated his shoes and was spattered over his clothing.
Bro am i terrible for feeling bad for Eamonn? I just kinda feel bad for the guy
