Professor moves away from the wrecked front entrance and leans heavily against the van, still coughing as he drops his case on the ground, buries his head in his hands and emits a muffled scream in a rare display of emotion. It thankfully goes unnoticed by the rest of the crew - or at least he'd like to think that it does, - and Narcissus has enough time to more or less compose himself, pretend that he is busy with his equipment and isn't in any form of shock from witnessing two grotesque murders and a vengeful ghost band.
He only lifts his head when Leigh explains the situation - complete disaster that it is, - to Mike, and seems like he's about to comment something; probably boast about wonders of pyrochemistry or advise them to call the police or fire department before the building collapses on top of them in the last act of enmity. But whatever he was about to say remains unsaid, since Narcissus barely manages to make a noise before he is suddenly ambushed by Leigh's... unexpected display of affection. Not unwelcome but quite startling, especially considering the situation. Or maybe, from a certain point of view, it is exactly *the* perfect situation.
When Leigh pulls back, Narcissus awkwardly clear his throat, a slight blush well-visible against his skin.
"That... was probably ill-advised. My lungs are likely still full of ethylene, and it's hardly the best thing to inhale." He smiles slightly to indicate a joke, trying to cover up the fact that he is so out of his depth with these things; it's been ages since anyone tried to kiss him or since he was interested in being kissed. Well, he'll figure it out later, if this isn't just the adrenaline messing with both of them.
"And my fire-setting was indeed amazing, thank you very much for noticing. Shame it didn't get the building proper."
Professor pauses, glances over at said building and then sighs.
"...We really should call the fire department."
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