[There are lots of versions of 'getting in the way', Sefton.]

You could. It just wouldn't be very comfortable coming down sick on a ship, for anyone.

[Descry's not exactly looking at him anymore. He doesn't have to; instead the redhead's got his head leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed. Feet freezing. Now there's an odd thought which Descry lets tease itself out. Ah. The shoes. That's interesting.

[He pushes himself upright again just as Sefton finishes his hot chocolate.]

I could use a hand in my garden, if you've got a few minutes.