It would be funny if he were squeamish, right? He isn't. But the fact that it's saltwater still feels a little personal, and it makes his skin fucking crawl. ]
That's alright. Let it out.
[ He thinks he accepts it with good humor, getting puked on. He thinks he doesn't telegraph just how unnerved he is by the thing, the shadow of something vast, that still obscures this boy like a partial eclipse.
Anyway, he stops touching the kid's soul. Better to put him somewhere with a bucket, first. ]
Let's go downstairs.
[ It's not very elegant, trying to carry a whole scrawny teenager down a flight of stairs, but it's less of a mess than rattling his soul around til he might be able to follow on foot. John will count his blessings, and leave the skeleton to keep mopping. ]
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It would be funny if he were squeamish, right? He isn't. But the fact that it's saltwater still feels a little personal, and it makes his skin fucking crawl. ]
That's alright. Let it out.
[ He thinks he accepts it with good humor, getting puked on. He thinks he doesn't telegraph just how unnerved he is by the thing, the shadow of something vast, that still obscures this boy like a partial eclipse.
Anyway, he stops touching the kid's soul. Better to put him somewhere with a bucket, first. ]
Let's go downstairs.
[ It's not very elegant, trying to carry a whole scrawny teenager down a flight of stairs, but it's less of a mess than rattling his soul around til he might be able to follow on foot. John will count his blessings, and leave the skeleton to keep mopping. ]