[Ghosts, Paul understands. He's never seen one himself, not a real one (the apparitions of last month don't count; the figures of Winter Mourning don't either), but their theoretical existence is something he's as confident in as atomic theory.]
Are they still here?
[He knows they aren't visible, obvious by their absence, but he can't help but glance around the couch curiously all the same. It's only when he realizes how insensitive that must look that he stops, returning his slightly flustered gaze to Oscar.]
Is there anything I can do?
[It's almost like the beach all over again, he thinks. He draws on his experience then to formulate an appropriately (he hopes) concerned look, his mind already running through a variety of responses to possible requests Oscar might make.]
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Are they still here?
[He knows they aren't visible, obvious by their absence, but he can't help but glance around the couch curiously all the same. It's only when he realizes how insensitive that must look that he stops, returning his slightly flustered gaze to Oscar.]
Is there anything I can do?
[It's almost like the beach all over again, he thinks. He draws on his experience then to formulate an appropriately (he hopes) concerned look, his mind already running through a variety of responses to possible requests Oscar might make.]