Without jobs or families, a lot of people can't think of anything better to do than become hedonists. An environment like that is a bad one to learn about intimacy.
Was that presumptuous?
You're doing just fine, I think. You should be focusing on your health before becoming a 21st century man. And you're looking better, I saw some color in your cheeks this morning at breakfast.
Ah, Tim. You are so very wise. Yes, of course you are right; it is folly to learn about a people based on their excess.
I don't think you've a presumptuous bone in your body.
Quite ghastly still, I'm afraid, but luckily I was never a vain man. I thank you. I do feel better, physically. The scurvy has been treated quite effectively. The malnourishment obviously still has lingering effects, but I do believe full recovery is likely.
The mental effects I fear will be lifelong, but I suppose that's a small price to pay for a second chance.
We're collected from so many different times and places, I don't think you could get a measure of us as a group at all, without any more dire circumstances. Let's pray that it doesn't come soon.
Have you thought about trimming the beard? You could be handsome underneath all that, and nobody would ever know.
I'm glad you're feeling better, though. At least physically. I wish I could wave away the rest. Just remember that you can lean on me, okay?
...yeah. Not very tactful. But Koby, I will tell you this until I am blue in the face – you have a choice. You always do, even when it seems impossible.
Is Nami still mad at you?
Repressing it won’t make you feel better. Trust me.
Yes, that is also true. Although I am confident that even if circumstances become dire, we shall pull together.
I've cut and shaved in the manner with which I'm accustomed. You don't mean utterly bare faced, do you? Good Lord, Tim, that would look ridiculous. Next you'll have me in denim trousers.
It's the lead I fear most. I'm positive I've lost some memory, and Lord knows what other cognitive functions may have suffered. But I'm being morbid, forgive me.
We worked together well when the ghouls attacked. Maybe we are learning after all.
You know in my time, facial hair is out of fashion completely? I didn’t even realize I liked them until I came here, is how few men wear beards in Washington. I’m not saying shave it all off. Just that you might blend in more with a different style.
And – you might look good in jeans. You never know until you try.
You’re forgiven. But I think you’ll recover. If this place can raise the dead, it can reverse lead poisoning.
Is it really? I suppose the pendulum of fashion swings throughout the ages. Before my time being beardless was apparently what the well to do preferred, but by the time I'd grown to manhood it was considered a fine masculine trait to sport one. I shall confess this to you, Tim: I fear being clean shaven would be a full time job for me. I am quite hirsute.
The very idea feels so foreign that I suppose I shall have to try.
Perhaps. And if not, that is just what I most adapt to. One can adapt to most anything.
Gracious no! I don't remember the last time I was in a state of undress in front of someone. Well, I suppose the gentleman Armand saw me without my coats, but I think that isn't so bad.
You are far too patient with me, Tim.
It is so nice to feel hope again. Even if I don't deserve it.
Don't trust him. He threw his own husband under the bus in front of everyone during the killing games. And tried to do it again to me over the network. Among other very serious allegations.
[ Again, he's not sure if polite or flirtatious. He needs Lent to end desperately so he can have an outlet for all these dirty thoughts, instead of projecting them onto Goodsir. ]
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