Exactly. This would be shorter work, but I'm afraid this - [ a vague gesture to his face ] - does absolutely nothing for one's sight.

[ josha feels far off, and peter tilts his head lingering in the touch of it, a fleeting thing, and peter glides beside it, barely touching, only perpendicular as he takes a broken off, dull piece of sea glass, thumbing over it to see if perhaps a little polish will give it back its shine. looks being deceiving and all that. ]

Looking busy does wonders for perhaps catching useful snatches of conversation around here. [ he palms the piece and gives it a very sharp toss back out towards the red water, watching it skip once out towards the deeper water before it sinks down. ]