[ He's comfortable sitting in silence here. That in itself is a rare thing, when he's so prone to yapping on in order to fill the quiet places in between conversations and revelations, as if the noise will make either party feel less vulnerable. But he doesn't need to. Harry Goodsir is a man with a gentle, soothing presence, one that Tim is starting to realize he's become drawn to.
Of course he would be. Goodsir is openness and trust, even in the worst of things, and the manor around them is secrets and paranoia. It's the same comfort that comes from confession. Something honest and cleansing.
Tim watches him, hand over his face to hide the blush his mind's so cruelly prompted, and still he startles when he stands - but he scoots over, cozying up to his side to look at the book. ]
You have? [ Of course he has. Years in the Arctic. ] I've never been north of New York. I'd like to see it, though. It's beautiful.
[ Yes, it's plain what he's doing. But it's sweet. A nice distraction. ]
Photography is so advanced they can put it in our phones. Oh, look. [ Tim pulls his from his back pocket, and scrolls through his gallery until he finds this one. ] It can even be adjusted to get clear pictures of the tiniest little things.
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Date: 2025-04-07 04:33 am (UTC)Of course he would be. Goodsir is openness and trust, even in the worst of things, and the manor around them is secrets and paranoia. It's the same comfort that comes from confession. Something honest and cleansing.
Tim watches him, hand over his face to hide the blush his mind's so cruelly prompted, and still he startles when he stands - but he scoots over, cozying up to his side to look at the book. ]
You have? [ Of course he has. Years in the Arctic. ] I've never been north of New York. I'd like to see it, though. It's beautiful.
[ Yes, it's plain what he's doing. But it's sweet. A nice distraction. ]
Photography is so advanced they can put it in our phones. Oh, look. [ Tim pulls his from his back pocket, and scrolls through his gallery until he finds this one. ] It can even be adjusted to get clear pictures of the tiniest little things.