He blinks, dumbfounded and reflexively indignant. Then some of the tension goes out of his shoulders, and he huffs a little laugh.
"I'm very certain, just... surprised." Said no one but Jonathan Sims. "We've been together a few months now, largely in Deerington. Things became a bit," and here the warmth drops back out of his expression, "chaotic, back home."
But, right, they're discussing Deerington. The most pressing things. He'll hedge with the smaller bombshells, first.
"There are others here. Um, Gerard Keay." How much of that had Tim been clued in on, beyond the basics from old Statements? Difficult to remember; everything up to the Unknowing is a blur of stress and fear. "He was helping Gertrude Robinson track down the Unknowing, and he's been friendly, here."
Very friendly; he has been a source of Statements, and commiseration, and Jon is still stoutly not-remembering a flushed and grinning Gerry calling him cute over birthday drinks. He tries and fails not to inspect the remaining black polish on his nails, now flaked mostly away.
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"I'm very certain, just... surprised." Said no one but Jonathan Sims. "We've been together a few months now, largely in Deerington. Things became a bit," and here the warmth drops back out of his expression, "chaotic, back home."
But, right, they're discussing Deerington. The most pressing things. He'll hedge with the smaller bombshells, first.
"There are others here. Um, Gerard Keay." How much of that had Tim been clued in on, beyond the basics from old Statements? Difficult to remember; everything up to the Unknowing is a blur of stress and fear. "He was helping Gertrude Robinson track down the Unknowing, and he's been friendly, here."
Very friendly; he has been a source of Statements, and commiseration, and Jon is still stoutly not-remembering a flushed and grinning Gerry calling him cute over birthday drinks. He tries and fails not to inspect the remaining black polish on his nails, now flaked mostly away.