Floating... [ a quick quizzical look ] Quite. [ There's no judgement in his voice, just a recognition of what state Sharky's in. Honestly Giles would be tempted towards similar coping mechanisms himself, if mind altering substances didn't sound like the quickest way to irreparably worsening his condition and losing track of reality permanently. He hasn't even dared touch alcohol since waking up.
Giles smiles softly, and gestures down the path, before leading the way to the cottage and into the sitting room. Soft couches sound far nicer than hard wooden chairs after all, especially given he's not certain either of them are entirely capable of proper fire safety at the moment.
All the while trying desperately to convince himself that this isn't unbearably awkward.
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Giles smiles softly, and gestures down the path, before leading the way to the cottage and into the sitting room. Soft couches sound far nicer than hard wooden chairs after all, especially given he's not certain either of them are entirely capable of proper fire safety at the moment.
All the while trying desperately to convince himself that this isn't unbearably awkward.
It's not working. ]