Mentally, Gansey cursed himself. The desire was the same as a request, wasn't it? Merely a more subtle one. And with less guilt.
"I'm sorry," he said, though the Phantom had probably wandered too far to hear it. Biting his lip, Gansey stood, knocking his knuckles on the table but leaving the books. At first he went to follow the Phantom to properly apologize and then realized where the man was headed. It would be... impolite to follow him into his bath. So Gansey stepped away and turned toward the exit that his ghost had shown him.
"I... I'll return in an hour," he called, loud enough for his voice to carry. "I'd like it if we had dinner together." They could better get to know one another.
Gaze lingering, Gansey turned and left.
Once he was topside he meant to get a bottle of fine wine to share with the Phantom. Only, as he made his way behind the sets, one Barrington Whelk crept up behind him and struck him in the head with a stage prop. Then, when he was knocked out, dragged him off to his dank little room and tied him up.
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"I'm sorry," he said, though the Phantom had probably wandered too far to hear it. Biting his lip, Gansey stood, knocking his knuckles on the table but leaving the books. At first he went to follow the Phantom to properly apologize and then realized where the man was headed. It would be... impolite to follow him into his bath. So Gansey stepped away and turned toward the exit that his ghost had shown him.
"I... I'll return in an hour," he called, loud enough for his voice to carry. "I'd like it if we had dinner together." They could better get to know one another.
Gaze lingering, Gansey turned and left.
Once he was topside he meant to get a bottle of fine wine to share with the Phantom. Only, as he made his way behind the sets, one Barrington Whelk crept up behind him and struck him in the head with a stage prop. Then, when he was knocked out, dragged him off to his dank little room and tied him up.