[The guilt and uncertainty continue to eat at him but he keeps pace behind the shimmering weasel. As well as he can that is, on his limp. He wants to trail his fingers through that stardust, fascinated with it, but more than that he wants to know what the heck is going on.
Maverick's sudden appearance, to say nothing of his appearance, doesn't help this much. He gapes for a long moment.]
You... might need to explain because I am really confused right now. Where did you come from? What just happened? Ricky and you and a weasel and... your hat?
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Maverick's sudden appearance, to say nothing of his appearance, doesn't help this much. He gapes for a long moment.]
You... might need to explain because I am really confused right now. Where did you come from? What just happened? Ricky and you and a weasel and... your hat?
[Sure he's wearing his own straw hat but still.]