Bernard let out a puffing breath, it was a lot of work pretending to give a shit. If it had been socially acceptable he would have just patted the man on the shoulder and gone about his business but alas enough people in the public sphere would have known his face and he could just imagine the annoyance that Harriet would express if he had to explain why the Prewetts were in the gossip columns for Bernard being an absolute ass in public.

Ugh - he realised his mistake as soon as the other picked up on the word usage - 'eh - yes, I tend to see this sort of thing...you know....like a vision' he managed awkwardly. It was always a bit awkward telling people that he was a seer, but there was often no way to avoid it and it wasn't as if seer was such a foreign concept, but the reveal was usually accompanied by a request to read their palm or some shite.

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