I'M JUST WALKING IN CIRCLES / selby

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby watched as the ghost fiddled with his wrists, seeming to not pay much attention to his words. He felt himself get a little frustrated, then took a deep breath, and thought about it rationally. Beck had probably not been told that he was important, or that he mattered, in a long time. Or, if they had, it had just been a one time comment mentioned off handedly. Of course Beck would have doubts. It was only natural. So, Selby decided that he would say it as often as he could without coming across as a broken record, like he was only saying it to say it.

The sawbone’s worry increased a little as he heard Beck’s voice, croaky and painful sounding. It was... saddening. Selby nodded at the invitation, but his anxiety instantly spiked as Beck took it back. Why would he say no? Selby had cleared the whole day specifically to come here, done all the chores as quickly as he could when he woke up to get them out of the way. Beck probably hadn’t had any visitors since Crow has set up the pentagram, and it was likely the time stewing in his own... whatever this was that set off Beck’s episode. "Of course I’ll stay," Selby said, trying to convey his desperate sincerity. He looked around at the crowded shelves. "Ah, what do you want to do?"