Prewett – that was his name. Savino counted it a success that his brain was working well enough to remember that.
What was it? Prewett had asked, though, and he wasn’t convinced he wanted to have a sincere conversation about it with a man he barely knew – Seer or no – or at least not here, sitting on the bookshop stairs in full earshot of anyone. “Just a fit of dizziness, I think,” Savino lied, rueful, and clasped the man’s next offering gratefully. “I haven’t been sleeping properly, so,” he shrugged, as if that was all, I’m just overtired.
The other question was – more interesting though; Savino’s brow furrowed as he reasoned it out. Prewett hadn’t been standing near him, hadn’t even seemed to be looking up the stairs until he’d fallen into him... and he hadn’t gotten out of the way, either, but... “You Saw me?” he asked quietly, curious and a little wary, wondering if that fall was all he had Seen, if so.
What was it? Prewett had asked, though, and he wasn’t convinced he wanted to have a sincere conversation about it with a man he barely knew – Seer or no – or at least not here, sitting on the bookshop stairs in full earshot of anyone. “Just a fit of dizziness, I think,” Savino lied, rueful, and clasped the man’s next offering gratefully. “I haven’t been sleeping properly, so,” he shrugged, as if that was all, I’m just overtired.
The other question was – more interesting though; Savino’s brow furrowed as he reasoned it out. Prewett hadn’t been standing near him, hadn’t even seemed to be looking up the stairs until he’d fallen into him... and he hadn’t gotten out of the way, either, but... “You Saw me?” he asked quietly, curious and a little wary, wondering if that fall was all he had Seen, if so.
