[That is a question, and he has to think about for a moment. He'd been overwhelmed with many things when he'd first arrived. What made the most sense to him was, unfortunately, what others have deemed the 'draconian' style of punishments and restrictions. People were publicly humiliated, flogged, executed, on an almost daily basis in Paris. The cruelest parts of his own society still exist in this place, out of step with the advancements.]
The technology, I think. I can accept different... people, from other worlds and not aligned with mine and dismiss it as such. I've not to think too hard on it. But technology seems like it might be similar in the future of my world. I'll not live to see things like that, of course, but... I'm more intrigued with it than supernatural things. Food preservation, plumbing and running water readily available, all that these devices facilitate. It was a lot to get used to.
If it helps some of us that grew up with technology are also terrible at using it.
( she was definitely not a technology-minded person. she could do what she knew and it was a small amount. which didn't really have the same scale as his knowledge but she's trying to be reassuring and distracting whilst also causing some pain by tending his wound. which is getting the stitching started on it, neat and careful )
What do you miss most about home? A place you went, a person... a hobby you haven't found here?
That's a comfort to know. It's complicated, to say the least.
[And he currently lives with someone from 1813, so they're... a bit behind the times still. Gripping the side of the bench, he tries to remain very still as she starts the stitching, an occasional irritable noise of pain. The question has him looking away for a moment, and he might have ventured to a lighter answer if she hadn't specified a person, and there's one always at the back of his thoughts.]
Constance, my wife. A great many other things... I'd go back, of course, if I'd the choice.
[It's awkward, he understands. He's only met one other person who talked about their spouse at home, but she had seemed more to want to distance herself from it.]
Yes. I'm afraid I might speak of her too often, truthfully. It's not... upsetting to, not in the way one might think.
[He pauses there for a moment, hitting on the reasons why it's maybe 'too often'.]
It's important for people to know before we... because I do feel I'm being unfaithful.
[Sill he'll endeavour not to impose, or speak of Constance unprompted by a topic of reference where it surfaces naturally, but if he should wish to, it's good to know there's someone to talk to.]
I've no cause to go on at length about it presently, though I'll not hesitate when it is that I do. The invitation to do so is appreciated. I'll repay you for your kindness on both fronts in coffee.
( she places a bandage over it to keep it clean, tugging her gloves off and standing back up, getting her kit tidied away )
Practice. The bandage stays on for two days, don't get it wet. I'll text you to arrange a check for your stitches but if they bleed or feel painful let me knoe first.
( just in case it somehow did get infected still. or he was a fool and ripped them )
[Not overly so, but he'll not go sparring on the beach for a time. As she puts her things away, he sits up and tugs his shirt back down over the bandage, moving his jacket over to cover the blood stain.]
I do appreciate you coming, Adrienne. We can meet whenever you'd like, and I promise the café will be without incident.
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The technology, I think. I can accept different... people, from other worlds and not aligned with mine and dismiss it as such. I've not to think too hard on it. But technology seems like it might be similar in the future of my world. I'll not live to see things like that, of course, but... I'm more intrigued with it than supernatural things. Food preservation, plumbing and running water readily available, all that these devices facilitate. It was a lot to get used to.
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( she was definitely not a technology-minded person. she could do what she knew and it was a small amount. which didn't really have the same scale as his knowledge but she's trying to be reassuring and distracting whilst also causing some pain by tending his wound. which is getting the stitching started on it, neat and careful )
What do you miss most about home? A place you went, a person... a hobby you haven't found here?
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[And he currently lives with someone from 1813, so they're... a bit behind the times still. Gripping the side of the bench, he tries to remain very still as she starts the stitching, an occasional irritable noise of pain. The question has him looking away for a moment, and he might have ventured to a lighter answer if she hadn't specified a person, and there's one always at the back of his thoughts.]
Constance, my wife. A great many other things... I'd go back, of course, if I'd the choice.
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Do you talk about her?
( before asking nosy questions. sometimes people talked about those from home but not always )
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Yes. I'm afraid I might speak of her too often, truthfully. It's not... upsetting to, not in the way one might think.
[He pauses there for a moment, hitting on the reasons why it's maybe 'too often'.]
It's important for people to know before we... because I do feel I'm being unfaithful.
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( because she could see that side of it. not that adrienne did romance but she understood it for people that did )
And whilst I'm just a friendly doctor... I'd listen to you talk about her.
( almost done )
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[Sill he'll endeavour not to impose, or speak of Constance unprompted by a topic of reference where it surfaces naturally, but if he should wish to, it's good to know there's someone to talk to.]
I've no cause to go on at length about it presently, though I'll not hesitate when it is that I do. The invitation to do so is appreciated. I'll repay you for your kindness on both fronts in coffee.
[He gestures to her stitching.]
It's very neat.
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Practice. The bandage stays on for two days, don't get it wet. I'll text you to arrange a check for your stitches but if they bleed or feel painful let me knoe first.
( just in case it somehow did get infected still. or he was a fool and ripped them )
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[Not overly so, but he'll not go sparring on the beach for a time. As she puts her things away, he sits up and tugs his shirt back down over the bandage, moving his jacket over to cover the blood stain.]
I do appreciate you coming, Adrienne. We can meet whenever you'd like, and I promise the café will be without incident.
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( a sweet smile, the chiding long gone. for now )
And I'll text you when I'm free.