[ic] lost in the bookshop

[sebastard]

[So long as Sebastian's here, he supposes he might as well see if he can find some kind of memento for Aziz, and a book seems like a great idea. Now if only he could get some service.] Hello? Excuse me, hello?

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[murchison]

[Booth is still dead set on not having to touch anyone today, so he scrambles to his feet on his own, avoiding meeting Viola's gaze in the process.] I-I-I am fine. Are you- that is... I dislike being touched. [Despite being fairly tall, Booth still manages to make himself seem small and awkward, shoulders hunched in on himself.]

[sebastard]

Oh. [Well, now Sebastian feels bad, though really, he could have just said. It's with some reluctance that he apologizes, watching Mr. Booth cringe.] I'm sorry. If I'd known...

[murchison]

No, n-no, it's... [Hardly this poor woman's fault for Booth's own social failings. He has no idea how to reassure her.] I a-am quite apart in my, ah, eccentricities, I assure you.

[sebastard]

I guess so. [Sebastian shrugs, then gives a decent try at looking cheery.] Well, no matter. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Booth.

[murchison]

[Booth smiles back strained and utterly lost.] O-of course. And you.