*shrinks back instantly (but he didn't so much as touch you) and looks at you with very wide eyes, clearly uncomprehending* *looks down at the shirt in his hands (his favourite) (blue, rose event staff and always too big for Ehtello) and something icy-cold grips his insides, worse than Balrogs or vampire claws*
*softly, shaking his head* (No no no no no) No. But he. *as his eyebrows knit together* *swallows thickly* Did he- did he- did he say anything?