[Guy doesn't want to make matters worse, yet still he physically reaches out for Julian by way of a simple comforting hand on his arm, just above the elbow.
It is his turn to make light of this, though he wants to know who this lunatic was.]
Charming our wing-wearers already, Julian?
[He looks out toward the rink. His eyes are too descriptive, burning with a bit of jealousy.]
I never realised we had mad men outside of myself.
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It is his turn to make light of this, though he wants to know who this lunatic was.]
Charming our wing-wearers already, Julian?
[He looks out toward the rink. His eyes are too descriptive, burning with a bit of jealousy.]
I never realised we had mad men outside of myself.