"No, wait," Roger said quickly, stumbling out of the chair after him, but he realized he wasn't actually leaving. In fact, he was standing as he was, feet planted, looking somewhat bewildered and slighted, but he wasn't leaving. In that moment, Roger's heart did some kind of euphoric chord progression, filled with hope and some kind of false courage.

"M'not uncomfortable," Roger started again, clearing his throat to attempt to get some of the strength back into it, and in the process, found he was actually taking steps forward.