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[enarms]

I did, yeah.

[ it's good to see her up and about, at least. John tries not to make a point of looking her over, does his best not to show how his trained eye immediately rests to take in the progress in each injury and hurt, clock it for later. he's not to treat her. if anything, she's doing him a favour still letting him come by - attention where she likely least wants it isn't any way to repay her. ]

Went up there for a bit, actually.

[ not with any real hope - just to be able to remind himself that he'd tried. ]

[originallutece]

How did he take it?

[She can't help but notice where his gaze lingers, but fortunately he says nothing, which is how she likes it. She turns, leading him towards the front room, curling her legs beneath her as she sits on the couch.]

[enarms]

Well, he's still up there.

[ which is about all he can say on the matter. the conversation wasn't bad, but it was a waste of time. John drops himself down into an available seat, more heavily than he might usually.

forgive him the small signs of a temper tantrum turned sulk. it has, as everyone planetside is well aware, been a long couple of weeks. ]

[originallutece]

But still alive.

[So one ought to take their victories where they can. Rosalind watches him for a few seconds.]

What did you tell him?

[enarms]

[ for now, yeah. but it's only been an hour.

Rosalind asks after the conversation and John only barely hesitates. ]

That I'm angry with him. That he's being stupid and reckless and to call me if he needs to.

[originallutece]

[She tips her head in a silent sort of acknowledgement. That seems to cover it, her gesture says.]

And now you're going to wait with me anxiously until he does, I imagine.

[She watches him for a few seconds, then:]

Who is he to you? A friend, I know, but . . . how far back do you two go?

[enarms]

[ well, she's not wrong. until he does, or until John gives up and goes home. ]

Far enough. I've been his doctor for 6 months or so now.

[originallutece]

But he's more than that. What made him cross the line from patient to friend?

[A beat, and then:]

Then again. I suppose all social structures are weakened thanks to the fact we're all refugees. It's hard not to bond with people over that alone.

[enarms]

Yeah. And he's only thirty years or so out from me, time-wise. I'd have been alive when he was, and our worlds seem to match up mostly. Besides that he's not a difficult person to like.

[ there are a lot of things that combined to make the friendship - one or two of them personal to Prior and not his to share. ]

... when he's not being a cock.

[originallutece]

[She nods, accepting all that-- though at that last remark, she bites back a smile.]

He's hardly the worst example here. But I do know what you mean. It's been a long while since I've been in 1910, but I'd still enjoy chatting with someone from that time.

At least I've people from the same country, though. That's worth a fair bit.