For a few moments, there was nothing but a moderately comfortable silence. Not quite comfortable, actually, but not awkward either. Pensive.
Erskine, of course, was the first to break it. "Well, it's nice to know I'm not actually a tree," he murmured. "And here I was, imagining a nice large oak in the centre of my being. Ah, well. Are you implying the three of us don't have souls that strong? The angels I can understand, but the others? Should I be offended?"
"Perhaps you're just not quite as good at interacting with others as you think you are," Ghastly gently teased him.
"I'm brilliant at interacting with others."
"Hm." Ghastly nodded somberly, pretending to be deep in thought. "Must be a stamina issue, then."
"You watch yourself, Bespoke, or I'll shove you into a doorframe. But speaking of interactions, remind me again, what is there between Gabe and Skulduggery?"
Ghastly rolled his eyes and did his best to look anywhere but at the two of them. Sure, he'd accepted it, and maybe even halfway given them his blessing, but that didn't mean he had to be comfortable with it. Skulduggery wasn't either, of that Ghastly was sure. The detective would be having a hard time accepting the possibility of a romantic relationship with someone he wasn't attracted to, let alone someone so much more inherently powerful than he was.
More powerful than Skulduggery was, Ghastly inwardly clarified. Vile was powerful enough to kill a Faceless One. That might put a damper on the relationship.
That part, Barney could do without. That part they could all do without. It was a bright sunny day in the middle of the carnival grounds, and Ghastly was going to enjoy it if he had to punch something to manage it.
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Erskine, of course, was the first to break it. "Well, it's nice to know I'm not actually a tree," he murmured. "And here I was, imagining a nice large oak in the centre of my being. Ah, well. Are you implying the three of us don't have souls that strong? The angels I can understand, but the others? Should I be offended?"
"Perhaps you're just not quite as good at interacting with others as you think you are," Ghastly gently teased him.
"I'm brilliant at interacting with others."
"Hm." Ghastly nodded somberly, pretending to be deep in thought. "Must be a stamina issue, then."
"You watch yourself, Bespoke, or I'll shove you into a doorframe. But speaking of interactions, remind me again, what is there between Gabe and Skulduggery?"
Ghastly rolled his eyes and did his best to look anywhere but at the two of them. Sure, he'd accepted it, and maybe even halfway given them his blessing, but that didn't mean he had to be comfortable with it. Skulduggery wasn't either, of that Ghastly was sure. The detective would be having a hard time accepting the possibility of a romantic relationship with someone he wasn't attracted to, let alone someone so much more inherently powerful than he was.
More powerful than Skulduggery was, Ghastly inwardly clarified. Vile was powerful enough to kill a Faceless One. That might put a damper on the relationship.
That part, Barney could do without. That part they could all do without. It was a bright sunny day in the middle of the carnival grounds, and Ghastly was going to enjoy it if he had to punch something to manage it.