He looked at John Watson and James in turn, silently mouthing each of the names in fascination. Then he looked over at the spector-looking boy sitting at the fire and went to go sit next to him. For some reason, the heat of the fire felt uncomfortable on his skin. He reached out a hand, but pulled it back before it could get burned. This skin was very inconvenient, it seemed.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that if the other two humans had names, everybody here was bound to. That was a good thing- it gave him something to refer to individuals as.
"Oh! What do they call you, spector boy?" He turned to the one next to him, an eager expression on his face.
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