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Trying to remain silent was a real torture for Wilhelm and took most of his wilpower to do so. Numerous times already, e ha felt like he had to blurt something out, correct someone, contribute the conversation, compliment Lyra on her curves, say something. It was... it was his civic duty to do so! How could anyone stay silent for so long when there was so many things to say! It felt lik a whole week had passed already, and yet only a few seconds had. A minute, at best! Urgh, he would never be able to keep doing that. His body would explode from all the pent-up talkatively! And then, there would be Wilhelm-goo everywhere and he would ruin Snyder's show just like that. Urgh, life was so complicated, but in order to not ruin the show and keep supporting his favourite cousin, he kept his mouth shut, tough he did feel the blood rising to his head. Hopefully he wouldn't end up looking like some sort of tomato. Thankfully for everyone fearing Wilhelm-goo, Snyder asked that he introduced himself, which meant he could finally talk. Thank Goddess. HiI'mWilhelmnicetomeetyouallthisisawesomegoshyouhavegreatclothes" He blurt out all in one breath... or was there even breathing? Probably not. He just hoped he hadn't embarrassed himself by not speaking fast enough....

What was not embarrassing however, was that he was going to be walking with John! Oh, the Goddess was smiling on him! It had been years since he had done anything extra fun with him! He quickly wrapped his arm around John and flashed him the widest, Wilhelmest smile he could. "We're Walking together, John!" Oh, crap. He had talked again. He was probably getting John fire from the job because Snyder would think that it was John who had spoken and urgh. It was all his fault. Silly, stupid, dumb Wilhelm. He squeezed his cousin's arm a bit tigher to show that he was sorry and moved slightly closer for more support. Hopefully everything would go well and Snyder wouldn't have heard anything.

Sethrian couldn't resist the slight smirk that crossed his face. Uh huh. She was worried about him saying something? She probably should be given that she usually gave him such a hard time. Non-stop. But then again, he wasn't her.

"I'm not going to say anything," he finally said. If she fell and broke her leg in those damned shoes, she'd probably blame him and he'd get fired. At least if he kept her upright, it probably also meant keeping his job. "Just hold onto me." He started walking slowly, trying to ignore the feeling of her body heat and the fact that she and..and...all her girly parts were just right there. And they were all clad in so very little. Instead, he just mentally visualized those disturbing John Wayne underwear, which had basically the same effect a cold shower would have had, thankfully.

He tried to walk as slowly as was reasonable. "Just remember that even if you fall, you'll still be doing better than John Wayne boxers and a five year old in the body of a grown man," he told her quietly. "I wonder if that's what they had in mind when they said to picture everyone in their underwear to get rid of stage-fright."