[He hisses air out between his teeth when he hears her question, raising a hand to waggle it dismissively.]
A right terrible headache.
[The voice in his head rumbles out a laugh, dissonant behind his eyes.]
River-child thinks he's funny. We are not the headache! You are, difficult boy. Not much fun ṅöẅ ẗḧäẗ ḧë'ṡ ġöẗẗëṅ ẅḧäẗ ḧë'ṡ ẄÄṄṪЁḊ. We want to talk to HER, ask her more about-
So, you said you were going to tell me about-
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-why espers can't be alone.
No. Not that! Aren't you listening? ͯWe ͯaͯͯlͯͯrͯͯeͯͯaͯͯdͯͯyͯ ͯkͯͯnͯͯoͯͯwͯ ͯaͯͯboͯͯuͯͯtͯ ͯtͯͯhͯͯeͯ ͯmͯͯiͯͯnͯͯdͯ, ͯwe ͯwͯͯaͯͯnͯͯtͯ ͯtͯͯoͯ learn about California!
[Weir is in a tough spot; he cannot reply to the thing resounding in his head without giving himself away, so he must endure it, putting on a farce with his houseguest. Well. Nothing he doesn't deal with everyday.
The fire's blazing now, and he stands to look at her, questioningly.]
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A right terrible headache.
[The voice in his head rumbles out a laugh, dissonant behind his eyes.]
So, you said you were going to tell me about-
-why espers can't be alone.
[Weir is in a tough spot; he cannot reply to the thing resounding in his head without giving himself away, so he must endure it, putting on a farce with his houseguest. Well. Nothing he doesn't deal with everyday.
The fire's blazing now, and he stands to look at her, questioningly.]