[ If he minds being more or less forgotten for a moment, it doesn't show in any discernible way. He'd be a hypocrite to blame her, anyway; of all the great and many matters there are to consider, in the waning days of living a memory, the things left behind are the ones that come back and back again.
He nods, and solidifies (and feels solid) just a little more - in presence, in mind. ]
Yeah. We're going to meet him.
[ But there's a weight in the words that seems to undermine his comforting intention, a heaviness that resonates with the heady scent of rain on him. ]
ffffffffff now I'm going to try to fit this all together in perfect hideousness, yes
He nods, and solidifies (and feels solid) just a little more - in presence, in mind. ]
Yeah. We're going to meet him.
[ But there's a weight in the words that seems to undermine his comforting intention, a heaviness that resonates with the heady scent of rain on him. ]
But there's something you've gotta know, first.