[ Physically, Dick is here, jaw set grim against the wet and the cold and the harbor chop, bones stood out sharp beneath the backing of his gloves where he’s death gripped onto his bench. He’s in a hat under his hood, heavy with the rain.
Mentally -- he looks to her out of the middle distance as if he’s only just realized she’s there. Or that he is here, in the present, and available to be spoken to. Every ounce of sober concentration he can gather turns over into an effort to put a name to her face, or an intent behind the question. His struggle is real.
This is a man that does not like boats, or the cold, or the slam of the bottom of the boat at the butt of his spine at the end of every trough. ]
We’re from the same world, [ he answers, coherently, reasonably, helpfully, and after just a little bit too long of a delay. ]
Richard. [ He gives his name like an apology: the less dashing D&D. ]
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Date: 2020-03-14 07:41 am (UTC)Mentally -- he looks to her out of the middle distance as if he’s only just realized she’s there. Or that he is here, in the present, and available to be spoken to. Every ounce of sober concentration he can gather turns over into an effort to put a name to her face, or an intent behind the question. His struggle is real.
This is a man that does not like boats, or the cold, or the slam of the bottom of the boat at the butt of his spine at the end of every trough. ]
We’re from the same world, [ he answers, coherently, reasonably, helpfully, and after just a little bit too long of a delay. ]
Richard. [ He gives his name like an apology: the less dashing D&D. ]