"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," he says, waving his right hand.

"I should go now, shouldn't I?"

"I dunno. Do what you want."

He just floats there, looking deeply uncomfortable, his skin taking on a shade of sickly purple.

"You can go if you want."

He continues towards the shore.

Which was where Sadde was going anyway.

Maurice dismisses his boat, and swims the rest of the way back.

Then he'll probably arrive before Sadde does.

"Um," says a voice coming from behind Sadde, "Do you want me to walk the other way when you get back to land."

He starts and turns around to look at the source of the sound.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention I can do sound as well."

He looks at Maurice again, then. "I told you, you can do what you want, I don't mind if you do—whatever."

Maurice winks into existence next to Sadde again. His cheeks are glowing neon green. "Um, I wanted to see if you meant it."

"...were you invisible?"

"Yep. I also did some tricks to make myself quiet...I'm sorry."

"Well, one, I only say things I mean, and two, I hope you don't eavesdrop like Hannah does."

"Just this once. So, can you make sound?"

"I can make things that make sound?"

"Good enough."

"The things I make are really real, they're not illusions."

"I think my illusions last longer, though." 

"Mine last forever if I visit them every now and then, I think."

"Mind kind of do, too. Well, if I make sure to think about them occasionally."

"Do they act normal?"