But he leans and sinks against the bedframe a little, rubbing his face with one hand - and then both, when he remembers he has his left. Drags them both down his face, and when his mouth is covered he mumbles, so quietly he almost can't hear it himself.
"Come on, John."
...and when he gets nothing, sighs, and forces himself to straighten. Forces himself to pick up his calm and carry on like it's just another case.
"Miss Givens, there is- every possibility that we aren't from the same world, that we have been- dragged by some manner of entity to another world, to trap us. But the fact we share enough context to have a proper conversation suggests they're similar enough that- we can function. So let's... identify what we do have in common."
And a deep breath, before he goes for it. "I'm from 1934."
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But he leans and sinks against the bedframe a little, rubbing his face with one hand - and then both, when he remembers he has his left. Drags them both down his face, and when his mouth is covered he mumbles, so quietly he almost can't hear it himself.
"Come on, John."
...and when he gets nothing, sighs, and forces himself to straighten. Forces himself to pick up his calm and carry on like it's just another case.
"Miss Givens, there is- every possibility that we aren't from the same world, that we have been- dragged by some manner of entity to another world, to trap us. But the fact we share enough context to have a proper conversation suggests they're similar enough that- we can function. So let's... identify what we do have in common."
And a deep breath, before he goes for it. "I'm from 1934."