[Wilhelm accepts the towel with a mumbled thank you, drying himself off as best as he can. It works well for his face, hair, and — once he peels off his soaked sweater — arms. Everything else is a bit of a lost cause, though he tries to wring out his shirt and his jeans, one leg at a time, over the edge of the pond. Halfway through this ordeal, it occurs to him that he might try to will his clothes dry, or get a fresh set altogether. But at the moment, he doesn't trust the Horizon's oh so mysterious powers. What if he accidentally ended up naked or something?]
Yeah, lucky me.
[When he's done, he scoops up the sad, soggy pile of his sweater and...continues to drip on the floor.]
Sorry for intruding again.
[From a direction undiscernible comes a whisper: He doesn't want you here, idiot. His only tell is the downward twitch of his eyebrows, the tightening of his jaw. He's already figured out that these bodiless whispers can't be heard by anyone else.
no subject
Yeah, lucky me.
[When he's done, he scoops up the sad, soggy pile of his sweater and...continues to drip on the floor.]
Sorry for intruding again.
[From a direction undiscernible comes a whisper: He doesn't want you here, idiot. His only tell is the downward twitch of his eyebrows, the tightening of his jaw. He's already figured out that these bodiless whispers can't be heard by anyone else.
Are you sure about that?]