Waver waited for a minute or two, not about to rush him on making decisions or speaking up. When the words finally come, he frowns lightly. What, indeed? He knows what he’d do, but he doesn’t know this man well enough to say if that was what he would or should do. More phone typing follows, and he sets it on the counter again.

Well, I would recommend you going somewhere that you’ll be more comfortable than the middle of a busy shop for a start.

Sitting around here just seemed like it would make his already bad day worse.

So maybe pack up what you need, tell me where you’d normally go. I’ll see about escorting you.

Because if this were a curse of some kind, Waver had a feeling the culprit wouldn’t be done with just this. It would give him a chance to see if anyone suspicious is around and maybe ask a few more questions… He’s not unused to situations like this, so it’s not like he can just ignore it. Maybe he should mention the suspicion, but he also wasn’t going to do it in a crowded shop where the wrong person could overhear them.