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[A veteran yapper himself, Goodsir could relate to the urge. But so often the desire to make something less uncomfortable backfires, and so often noise ruins the small moments of connection that only occur in silence. He's learned that.

Tim can be trusted with such moments, he thinks.]

Oh, I do think you'd love it. It's stunning in pictures, but to see it in person is miraculous.

[Now it's Goodsir's turn to look. As he does his face breaks open in a delighted smile once more.]

Oh, how marvelous!

[The most endearing thing (or the most cringe-inducing, depending on your perspective) about Harry Goodsir is that his enthusiasm is entirely unfeigned. Every technological advancement is marvelous, every social one capital, every new art or entertainment positively fascinating. Tim's photo of a ladybird captures his entire attention.]

You can see everything! How terribly clever to create such lenses...

They sometimes overwinter in walls, you know. The, ah. Beetles. Not the the lenses.

[ Tim has no space to call it cringeworthy, seeing as he was much the same, when he arrived. Home video, the internet, texting, an end to segregation, a world where he can openly look at a man with affection. There’s so much to take in and it’s all at once. Goodsir has about three times the catchup to do as Tim did, of course everything’s marvelous.

Endearing. Firmly decided. ]

Found this one out by the lake. I don’t go out there much anymore, but maybe now that it’s spring, it’ll be nice. I could...show you around.

Oh, yes, I'd like that very much.

[It's only after he says it and looks up that he realises he is awfully close to Tim. Close enough that if Tim were a lady people might raise an eyebrow.

Well, what the hell, he's been closer to men than this. ...on a ship with no room.

Harry straightens and moves to put his book back, warm in the face.]

Whenever is convenient for you, of course.

Now. I've taken up quite enough of your time. You've no doubt got other plans this evening beyond listening to me go on and on.

[He looks over to Tim, now a safe distance away, and smiles.]

And I will go on and on, Tim. Even if I am admittedly quite tired.

But I will of course see you at breakfast tomorrow.

Well, how about tomorrow? If the weather’s good.

[ Ever so slightly overeager, as he does not have other plans and would be quite pleased to be lectured about beetles by someone with such clear and infectious passion. But maybe it would be best to retire, before he says something stupid. Leave the man to rest. For his health. ]

I’ll be looking forward to it. [ Standing from his seat and taking back his glasses from the table, likewise smiling as he straightens them. ] Goodnight, Harry.

Tomorrow would be most agreeable, yes.

[He of course sees Tim to the door, and if he lingers to watch him walk down the hall, well. What of it?

But boy will he have a lot to say about Tim in his diary tonight.]

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