"But if I wasn't your creepy stalker, I don't know what I'd do with my time," Larry quietly replied as he took a couple of steps into the room. Hands in his pockets, he leaned back against the wall, feeling even now that this wasn't his place or his family, that he was just a well-meaning bystander. Stu was here, now, and that was the way it should be.

"You had anybody look at that leg yet?" Larry asked him with a nod toward the limb, stiffly stretched out from where Stu was sitting.