Sebastian shrugs, and looks down himself. "As well as I may be, given --" he hesitates. Likely it is best not to touch on the after effects surviving drowning has left him with.
"I am," he says, and smiles at her, though his eyes are still wet. "Art-- art thou?"
Should he walk to her? No, she can come at her own pace, as close as she'd like. He's heard -- tales, of ghosts grown shy.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2015-10-31 04:59 am (UTC)"I am," he says, and smiles at her, though his eyes are still wet. "Art-- art thou?"
Should he walk to her? No, she can come at her own pace, as close as she'd like. He's heard -- tales, of ghosts grown shy.