Wait, dug up? What the fuck is that, like, you dug him out of Pompeii or some shit? How the hell does that work?
[He takes a slow breath, clears his throat, wraps his arms around himself. The conversation's good, distracting, but he feels like shit and now that he doesn't have some stupid shit to do like stand on a chair in constantly pouring water he kind of just wants to sit down. And, hell, no part of him's dry anyway so he goes for it, sliding down the wall and sitting in the water pooling on the floor. It means he has to crane his neck to look at the guy but that's fine, at least if he gets a crick in his neck that'll at least be a new bad sensation to focus on.]
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[He takes a slow breath, clears his throat, wraps his arms around himself. The conversation's good, distracting, but he feels like shit and now that he doesn't have some stupid shit to do like stand on a chair in constantly pouring water he kind of just wants to sit down. And, hell, no part of him's dry anyway so he goes for it, sliding down the wall and sitting in the water pooling on the floor. It means he has to crane his neck to look at the guy but that's fine, at least if he gets a crick in his neck that'll at least be a new bad sensation to focus on.]