He glances sidelong at their paper, just enough to read, then back at nothing in particular. His hands disappear under the counter.
"Right."
You can sleep here. You should sleep here. There's no room. Is there? I want you to - I would feel better if - it would be safer - Would it? For who?
He starts, and glances around properly, at the clutter, all of it, and the Lord of Shades would never fit in the back room, probably, though from his studies Void is not strictly euclidean -
He looks up reluctantly. "That sounds like a fine idea." What part is he addressing, here. "Don't worry about the - any of that, now. You obviously need to go and get some rest if you're melting on me like that. Leave it here."
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"Right."
You can sleep here. You should sleep here. There's no room. Is there? I want you to - I would feel better if - it would be safer - Would it? For who?
He starts, and glances around properly, at the clutter, all of it, and the Lord of Shades would never fit in the back room, probably, though from his studies Void is not strictly euclidean -
He looks up reluctantly. "That sounds like a fine idea." What part is he addressing, here. "Don't worry about the - any of that, now. You obviously need to go and get some rest if you're melting on me like that. Leave it here."