...I don't know. [He could tell that he was frightening her a little, and tried to get a better hold of himself. There really wasn't anything for Angel to be afraid of, and he didn't want her to get needlessly upset.] There were some weird fish Pokemon I've never seen before outside, maybe they have something to do with it.
[He'd explain further, but he didn't want to say that Marco was dead in front of him. That felt like a really bad idea.]
He's not... really there? I can't--
Jean, who's this?
[He jumped in place when Marco spoke, even thought they'd already been talking for a bit. The torn, dissonant look on his face grew more pronounced.]
...This is Angel. She's a friend of mine.
Friends, really? [There was an unspoken feeling of "how did you get to be friends with such a cute girl?" in Marco's reply, but there was absolutely nothing antagonizing about it either. If anything, he seemed very pleasantly surprised.] Hi, Angel. My name's Marco.
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[He'd explain further, but he didn't want to say that Marco was dead in front of him. That felt like a really bad idea.]
He's not... really there? I can't--
Jean, who's this?
[He jumped in place when Marco spoke, even thought they'd already been talking for a bit. The torn, dissonant look on his face grew more pronounced.]
...This is Angel. She's a friend of mine.
Friends, really? [There was an unspoken feeling of "how did you get to be friends with such a cute girl?" in Marco's reply, but there was absolutely nothing antagonizing about it either. If anything, he seemed very pleasantly surprised.] Hi, Angel. My name's Marco.
[He held out his hand for a shake.]