*Sheldon is sitting rigidly at the dinner table, a book held a few inches from his face, trying to block out the yelling. He flinches when he sees us and lowers the book slightly.* It's not safe in there. *He whispers, jerking his head towards the living room.*
*I just shrug at him.* Is it ever? *I glance toward the living room, then pull out a chair.* Let's just eat and get this over with.
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*We see Sheldon*
*Sheldon is sitting rigidly at the dinner table, a book held a few inches from his face, trying to block out the yelling. He flinches when he sees us and lowers the book slightly.* It's not safe in there. *He whispers, jerking his head towards the living room.*
*I just shrug at him.* Is it ever? *I glance toward the living room, then pull out a chair.* Let's just eat and get this over with.
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