[Yeah, he's giving the wine the stink-eye... but he ultimately doesn't say anything. Instead, he holds the handstand for a minute, then carefully lowers his feet to the ground and returns to standing normally. It looks practiced; clearly this isn't a new thing.]
[In response, he reaches into his sleeve, and pulls out the letter! It is carefully folded, undamaged. Nope, not a dream.]
...Its contents looked important. I thought it best to keep it safe in your stead. [Until Molly came back to himself, or until he could hand it off to Caleb and Beau, if that didn't happen. A pause, then a bow.] Forgive my impudence.
[He asked permission, but still. That wasn't really his choice to make.]
[But he doesn't seem like he's going to demand to be punished for overstepping or anything. It seems like it was the right decision, after all; no need to make big deal out of nothing.]
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Well, he just watches him quietly for a moment, before:]
Say did-- I give you a letter? Am I remembering that right?
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But, ah, yes. He nods.]
You did. I have it. [His hammerspace sleeves that contain galaxies, apparently.] Would you like it back now?
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[...]
Kind of thought I dreamed that?
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...Its contents looked important. I thought it best to keep it safe in your stead. [Until Molly came back to himself, or until he could hand it off to Caleb and Beau, if that didn't happen. A pause, then a bow.] Forgive my impudence.
[He asked permission, but still. That wasn't really his choice to make.]
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Impudence? Don't think you have anything to forgive. If anything should be thanking you.
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[But he doesn't seem like he's going to demand to be punished for overstepping or anything. It seems like it was the right decision, after all; no need to make big deal out of nothing.]
I did not know if you would recover.