I was called to another meeting. Book in hand this time, regardless of what Ethan might say, I didn't want to go in defenseless. But, I still wanted to help at least. Though the text in itself may have been questionable, insofar I was getting no help from anyone, so I sought it out on my own. Over halfway through the book, I sat down in the chair set out for me and gently placed the book on the table, intent on finishing it when the meeting was over. "Has anyone got any ideas on how we're going about this?"
"Has anyone got any ideas on how we're going about this?"
Can't even walk into a room in this bloody building without being bombarded by interrogatories. I don't know how Ieuan stands it, day in and day out; I really don't.
'Several, actually, but Ieuan tells me he thinks Tara might have some ideas, so I'd rather hear them undiluted by my own opinions, first.' Poor child. Tara looks as though she needs some sort of distraction, at the very least. Can one be distracted from abstraction? One wonders, but, never mind that.
I do have to admit I was intrigued when Ieuan came to me with the problem, and nice to know he still acknowledges me as someone who can pace him in the more subtle arts. Me, helping to restore someone's sanity -- I don't believe anyone aside from Ieuan would have ever thought of that one. On the other hand, I think Ieuan would do almost anything short of making a Faustian bargain to show up Lynn Thomas again. I know Ieuan has been out asking questions about her, but if he's learnt anything, he hasn't shared it with
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I saw the way he was acting, and I bit my tongue so as to keep back the remark, 'Excuse ME for not being all-knowing, you arrogant ass.' And went with, 'Not all of us have experiences in the Arts, you know.' and hoped that did enough without offending him. Lord knows (cough cough) that would be a tragedy.
Bad form, being late to my own meeting. It was Ethan's fault. Really. If he hadn't been leaning over my desk with my... well, suffice it to say I would have been on time, but for him.
'Not all of us have experiences in the Arts, you know.'
'Astutely observed... Sean,' I said. I remembered the face -- he was one of the ones in Lynn's hospital room with me, at least initially, but it took a moment to recall the name. I'd have to do better than that, I told myself, and made a mental note to work on it. 'That is precisely the reason I asked Ethan in to consult on this matter.'
Remembering people as individuals, and being conciliatory: two things I was going to have to apply myself to, and work to improve. Neither comes naturally to me, I'm afraid.
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Book in hand this time, regardless of what Ethan might say, I didn't want to go in defenseless.
But, I still wanted to help at least.
Though the text in itself may have been questionable, insofar I was getting no help from anyone, so I sought it out on my own.
Over halfway through the book, I sat down in the chair set out for me and gently placed the book on the table, intent on finishing it when the meeting was over.
"Has anyone got any ideas on how we're going about this?"
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Can't even walk into a room in this bloody building without being bombarded by interrogatories. I don't know how Ieuan stands it, day in and day out; I really don't.
'Several, actually, but Ieuan tells me he thinks Tara might have some ideas, so I'd rather hear them undiluted by my own opinions, first.' Poor child. Tara looks as though she needs some sort of distraction, at the very least. Can one be distracted from abstraction? One wonders, but, never mind that.
I do have to admit I was intrigued when Ieuan came to me with the problem, and nice to know he still acknowledges me as someone who can pace him in the more subtle arts. Me, helping to restore someone's sanity -- I don't believe anyone aside from Ieuan would have ever thought of that one. On the other hand, I think Ieuan would do almost anything short of making a Faustian bargain to show up Lynn Thomas again. I know Ieuan has been out asking questions about her, but if he's learnt anything, he hasn't shared it with ( ... )
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And went with, 'Not all of us have experiences in the Arts, you know.' and hoped that did enough without offending him.
Lord knows (cough cough) that would be a tragedy.
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'Not all of us have experiences in the Arts, you know.'
'Astutely observed... Sean,' I said. I remembered the face -- he was one of the ones in Lynn's hospital room with me, at least initially, but it took a moment to recall the name. I'd have to do better than that, I told myself, and made a mental note to work on it. 'That is precisely the reason I asked Ethan in to consult on this matter.'
Remembering people as individuals, and being conciliatory: two things I was going to have to apply myself to, and work to improve. Neither comes naturally to me, I'm afraid.
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