Paul has Things to Say (when doesn't he), but Mr. Fucking Boy Scout himself interjects. Paul glares at the back of Wyatt's head while he plays peacemaker. Oh is he going to have some words for you later, cowboy.
"Mm," he says aloud, when Wyatt turns the blue-eyed look on him. He takes a breath, jams his hands into his pockets, opens his mouth, shuts it again.
He's running through a flow chart in his head, if-then, if I say this, then result X occurs...
After a few seconds he exhales and looks, not at Wyatt, but at Maddy.
"I have no idea what it's like in your world. You're right about that. But I do know what it's like to be spit upon for being who you are. So from one persecuted fucking minority to another, do your make-shit-float-all-about-in-defiance-of-the-laws-of-physics thing, I guess.
"But keep in mind-- please-- that there are people here from worlds where that isn't even something that only a few people can do, it's just plain not possible. Doesn't hurt to give a little warning."
Then he cuts a sideways look back at Wyatt with a coolly arched brow as if to say Good enough for you?
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"Mm," he says aloud, when Wyatt turns the blue-eyed look on him. He takes a breath, jams his hands into his pockets, opens his mouth, shuts it again.
He's running through a flow chart in his head, if-then, if I say this, then result X occurs...
After a few seconds he exhales and looks, not at Wyatt, but at Maddy.
"I have no idea what it's like in your world. You're right about that. But I do know what it's like to be spit upon for being who you are. So from one persecuted fucking minority to another, do your make-shit-float-all-about-in-defiance-of-the-laws-of-physics thing, I guess.
"But keep in mind-- please-- that there are people here from worlds where that isn't even something that only a few people can do, it's just plain not possible. Doesn't hurt to give a little warning."
Then he cuts a sideways look back at Wyatt with a coolly arched brow as if to say Good enough for you?