There's no preamble, no apology: he launches right into it from the starting we're at the end of the universe to how they met on Callisto to how he left her there, to how he got here. He tells her about their first meeting here, and about the things they've done together or not, and about Julia. He tells her about Spike and about Beth and about their baby. He even tells her -- in halting detail, from memory -- the story she told him about waking up from cryofreeze after fifty-four years, and the way her lawyer took advantage of her.
In between bites of pancakes, he takes his moments to glance up and study her face for a reaction.
"This... has to be really overwhelming. I'm sorry. I wish there was more I could do."
There are two things he doesn't tell her. The first is about Vicious. That's too messy; it leaves him too raw, too exposed. The second is the whole oh, by the way? I'm dead now thing. At the moment, he can't see a single reason for upsetting her with either of those bits of information. As he stops for a sip of tea, his eyes move to her face. She looks different without makeup: less glamorous but certainly no less beautiful.
She really is a spectacular woman.
"Oh, and you always call me Mister Saxophone." It's a detail he really likes; it would be sad if they missed that one. "And I call you my fairy." Those two things, he thinks, are important for her to know.
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Date: 2007-06-28 06:54 am (UTC)In between bites of pancakes, he takes his moments to glance up and study her face for a reaction.
"This... has to be really overwhelming. I'm sorry. I wish there was more I could do."
There are two things he doesn't tell her. The first is about Vicious. That's too messy; it leaves him too raw, too exposed. The second is the whole oh, by the way? I'm dead now thing. At the moment, he can't see a single reason for upsetting her with either of those bits of information. As he stops for a sip of tea, his eyes move to her face. She looks different without makeup: less glamorous but certainly no less beautiful.
She really is a spectacular woman.
"Oh, and you always call me Mister Saxophone." It's a detail he really likes; it would be sad if they missed that one. "And I call you my fairy." Those two things, he thinks, are important for her to know.