'Enjoying' would have been too strong a word for watching the lifestream. He was enjoying their individual souls being all in one place, a place he wasn't in. He was also enjoying being out of the walkway, because it meant he wasn't in the thick of the general public's soul-current either.

With its brakes on, the wheelchair made a good solid seat, and he wasn't about to mention it, but the rest wasn't unwarranted. He'd just gotten out of the Hibernian yesterday. So he quietly guarded the wheelchair and the other snacks Merlin had bought, watching the lifestream, occasionally sipping his water, and hoping that the headache wasn't going to be a lasting thing.

Also hoping that Skulduggery wouldn't feel the urge to come over and talk. Which, unfortunately, was not now, because now, naturally, he chose to be unpredictable. For a moment Solomon wondered if it would work to pretend he hadn't heard the man approach, but that thought was necessarily banished at the skeleton's words.

Solomon tensed, very aware of the detective's brightness beside him. This subject matter was the last thing Solomon wanted to talk about with Skulduggery. The ex-Necromancer, once he'd sorted out his thoughts, knew what he'd almost done, if not for Gabe. He didn't know if it would have worked, but in the face of that memory, he hadn't been able to stop.

But the way Skulduggery said the words was odd. As if it was a revelation to the skeleton himself. As if he didn't remember.

"You say that as if that fact is new to you," Solomon said mildly, turning his face toward Skulduggery but not actually looking at him.