Sefton didn't reply, apparently concentrating on making that table the cleanest table in the State. After a moment, Jeremiah tried again with, "You know, Mrs. Lowell is—"
That got an immediate response. Sefton's attention locked onto Jeremiah and he interrupted with, "You can't tell her I'm here."
"What? But she's a wre—"
"No, Jeremiah," Sefton said with quiet force. "Please."
There was a pause, but not nearly long enough of one to say Jeremiah was even debating the possibility of insisting further. "Okay, Sef. I won't."
Sefton slipped into one of the chairs at the table. A crack in the mask was all he could allow, where he looked nearly sick from nerves. "Thank you," he murmured. Glancing in any direction that wouldn't have him looking at his friend, he spotted Chivy... and froze.
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That got an immediate response. Sefton's attention locked onto Jeremiah and he interrupted with, "You can't tell her I'm here."
"What? But she's a wre—"
"No, Jeremiah," Sefton said with quiet force. "Please."
There was a pause, but not nearly long enough of one to say Jeremiah was even debating the possibility of insisting further. "Okay, Sef. I won't."
Sefton slipped into one of the chairs at the table. A crack in the mask was all he could allow, where he looked nearly sick from nerves. "Thank you," he murmured. Glancing in any direction that wouldn't have him looking at his friend, he spotted Chivy... and froze.