"I've told you before, it's not mind reading, it's observation."
"Then stop observing."
"You may as well tell me to stop breathing."
"Not technically alive in the first place."
"Point." he nods, filling his pipe. "I won't light it on the blasted tram, so don't glare so."
"Not why I was glaring."
"Explain."
"I was waiting for the explanation as to The Falls."
"I didn't think you wanted me to expland on my observations."
"I didn't think I had a choice."
He has a variety of smiles. There are the blatently false ones used with the Yarders and people he has to tolerate, there is the one that says "you are an idiot and I am currently working very hard on my social skills so I can't hit you" and there is the palette of genuine smiles he actually has that are generally aimed at John. I am slightly side swiped that this appears to be one of the latter group.
"A week in the good doctor's company and you acquire a lot of his mannerisms."
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I am yet to decide."
"Fair enough. The Falls?"
He pulls his legs up until he is sitting crossed legged opposite me and leans forward.
"You've already observed, so pack the music hall act in."
"Person, you cut me to the bone."
"You survive Moriarty, Moran and Mary and are slightled by a tired special needs teacher? Should I be concerned? Should I alert the papers?"
"You really should have tea in the morning; you're less pointy with tea."
"The Falls?"
"You want to write. You take your notebook out of the front pocket of your bag, open it and close it again and put it away. Whatever you want to write either won't be committed to paper or you are concerned about what you will read if you do. There are four things that currently fret you in that manner and three of these you will not voice, let alone make whole by writing them down, which leaves the Falls. You will tackle the Falls in ink because they took that form to attack you in the first place, but only when you are in a good enough mood and, as you stated, you are tired and this month is not good and the next looks no better, so you put the book away."
"I don't think so. Assuming your solution is what I think it is."
"7%."
"I thought you were experimenting with 5%."
"I was. It wasn't a good experiment. Rather like when you tried decaffienated."
"I didn't try it, it was forced upon me."
"And yet we both fall back on our terrible habits. You to your caffiene and I to my cocaine."
"My addiction is less likely to kill me."
"I'm not technically alive in the first place."
"Point."
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"Your head is full of The Falls again."
"Stop mind reading."
"I've told you before, it's not mind reading, it's observation."
"Then stop observing."
"You may as well tell me to stop breathing."
"Not technically alive in the first place."
"Point." he nods, filling his pipe. "I won't light it on the blasted tram, so don't glare so."
"Not why I was glaring."
"Explain."
"I was waiting for the explanation as to The Falls."
"I didn't think you wanted me to expland on my observations."
"I didn't think I had a choice."
He has a variety of smiles. There are the blatently false ones used with the Yarders and people he has to tolerate, there is the one that says "you are an idiot and I am currently working very hard on my social skills so I can't hit you" and there is the palette of genuine smiles he actually has that are generally aimed at John. I am slightly side swiped that this appears to be one of the latter group.
"A week in the good doctor's company and you acquire a lot of his mannerisms."
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I am yet to decide."
"Fair enough. The Falls?"
He pulls his legs up until he is sitting crossed legged opposite me and leans forward.
"You've already observed, so pack the music hall act in."
"Person, you cut me to the bone."
"You survive Moriarty, Moran and Mary and are slightled by a tired special needs teacher? Should I be concerned? Should I alert the papers?"
"You really should have tea in the morning; you're less pointy with tea."
"The Falls?"
"You want to write. You take your notebook out of the front pocket of your bag, open it and close it again and put it away. Whatever you want to write either won't be committed to paper or you are concerned about what you will read if you do. There are four things that currently fret you in that manner and three of these you will not voice, let alone make whole by writing them down, which leaves the Falls. You will tackle the Falls in ink because they took that form to attack you in the first place, but only when you are in a good enough mood and, as you stated, you are tired and this month is not good and the next looks no better, so you put the book away."
"So I'm more sane when I can write about it?"
"Who am I to judge?"
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"Person, you cut me to the bone."
"You survive Moriarty, Moran and Mary and are slightled by a tired special needs teacher? Should I be concerned? Should I alert the papers?"
"You really should have tea in the morning; you're less pointy with tea."
*giggles* I like that little exchange very much.
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