“I mean, I’m sorry to ask a favour of you,” Endymion called, rather wishing Miss Potts (if she was still Miss Potts nowadays; that felt like a gross presumption) was not so sceptical and questioning and sensible a person, else she might have made it over to him already. It was a little awkward to allude to any history they might have had aloud, even if no one else was around, but nevertheless. However things had ended, it wasn’t as though he’d forgotten her. “After everything.”
“Just – I’m a little caught up in a situation,” he half-explained, voice getting a little higher when another layer of creeping vines tightened uncomfortably around his thighs, “back here by the wall.” He winced, suspecting she would find said situation rather stupid of him. “But take your time, of course,” he said (with perhaps more of a joking air than he really ought to have right now, considering). “I’ll... be here.”
Well, if he hadn’t been suffocated yet.
“Just – I’m a little caught up in a situation,” he half-explained, voice getting a little higher when another layer of creeping vines tightened uncomfortably around his thighs, “back here by the wall.” He winced, suspecting she would find said situation rather stupid of him. “But take your time, of course,” he said (with perhaps more of a joking air than he really ought to have right now, considering). “I’ll... be here.”
Well, if he hadn’t been suffocated yet.
