He watches her fillet the fish, and the way she's acting is starting to remind him of Mrs. Bennet. It's harder to read the tone in her voice, now that she's older. Or maybe he wasn't as good at it as he originally thought, back in Timeless.
He's quiet for a moment, then clears his throat. "Well, I'd love for you to meet him, but. I will admit, I'm still sort of figuring out the 'real me'. The place I was at before- Norfinbury- it sort of turned my whole concept of 'me' upside down. For the better, I think." It makes him wonder what he should address first, here. He eventually settles on the most pressing question. "Did your son tell you we've been sparring, sometimes?"
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Date: 2018-08-31 09:29 pm (UTC)He's quiet for a moment, then clears his throat. "Well, I'd love for you to meet him, but. I will admit, I'm still sort of figuring out the 'real me'. The place I was at before- Norfinbury- it sort of turned my whole concept of 'me' upside down. For the better, I think." It makes him wonder what he should address first, here. He eventually settles on the most pressing question. "Did your son tell you we've been sparring, sometimes?"