John opens his mouth to remind Claire that she has met William -- but, no. She has not, has she? Not even for their brief stay at Fraser's Ridge, because of course for her, Fraser's Ridge has not even been built yet.
He lets out a huff of a laugh and raises a hand to rub tiredly across his face.
"You know," he says, "hearing a thing like that does not surprise me in the least."
Taking in a deep breath, he does his best to collect his thoughts before glancing back up at her with a smile that is equal parts sad, affectionate, and exasperated about their children.
"I cannot claim to have raised him from infancy," he says. "Isobel and I... We were not married until William was four? Five? Time passes so quickly. But as a close friend of their family, and." He flicks her a slightly more guarded smile. "As overseer of your husband's parole, I did visit often."
"Four and five carry on the same reign of terror, believe me," she says with a smile before taking a sip of her sherry. Should she jump on the chance to bring up Jamie, since John's brought up Ardsmuir, or is it too soon? She literally only walked through the door what feels like a few moments ago, so Claire decides to wait, biding her time.
"There's a saying about raising children, that the days are long but the years are short. I can remember looking at Bree the day she graduated from high school and thinking it wasn't so long ago that she needed me for everything."
And now she's an adult with her own life, for some reason in the past. That mystery is one Claire doesn't feel as compelled to know the details of, not yet. It's enough to know that she'll see Bree again sooner rather than later.
"And Isobel was a fine mother, I assume?"
William isn't hers, there's no reason to wonder so much, but even this question Jamie couldn't answer. Her curiosity is getting the best of her, she must admit.
John's smile is soft and a bit sad. He will always feel more than a little bit of regret, when it comes to Isobel. That he could not give her what she wanted in a husband, be what she needed.
"She was kind," he says. "She always saw the best in people. She never had trouble making conversation, or friends. She loved her family very much, including myself, despite my faults. She was everything a boy could ask for in a step-mother, and more."
His expression saddens further. "She was a bright light that we both lost far too soon. William was only ten years old, and she passed of the flux on their passage to join me in Jamaica. It is a true regret of mine that I was not there with him, to ease that loss."
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It doesn't matter what her relationship with John is, that never does when it comes to comforting someone, and so at his obvious sadness, she reaches out to squeeze his free hand gently. She can't imagine what she would do if Brianna had been alone, without her at that age, and something happened to Frank. It's an awful thought, and her hand stays where it is.
"She sounds lovely, truly. A kind person with a good heart, who only loved you both." Moving her hand at least, she offers a small but warm smile.
"You're regretting something you couldn't possibly have anticipated, but I do understand. It's difficult not to take on those moments as a parent. No doubt William will always remember how it felt to be loved by her."
Other memories fade, but feelings will always stand out. She has no real memories of her parents anymore, but when she does think of them, there's a faded sense of love and safety, and she was much younger than William when her parents died. There's hope yet, that he has more to hold onto of his mother.
He is grateful for the comfort she offers, even if Isobel's loss is far in the past for him now. He offers her a soft smile, shifting his hand underneath hers to squeeze it back.
"William loved her very much," he agrees. "It took him some time to forgive me for my own role in his life after that, I think. Not that he blamed me for her death, but that my position caused him such upheaval."
He takes in a breath, letting it out slowly.
"And now -- he has taken up a commission and is a captain in the army," he adds. "Taken up the family business, I suppose you might say. I am proud of him. But there is not a day that goes by that I do not worry for him as well."
"I would be terrified," Claire admits freely. "Knowing Bree's not in her time is—" Pausing, she exhales after gathering her thoughts, gazing at something decorative on the wall as she speaks.
"I never wanted her to follow me. To have her with us and for Jamie to meet her is a gift, but I know how difficult that life is. She's never lived a day of hers without being able to flick a switch and turn on the lights. Food from all over the world in one grocery store has always been available her just down the street from our home. Sleeping outdoors was for fun and our family vacations, never out of necessity."
Claire doesn't mean to suggest Brianna couldn't handle it on her own, and so feels compelled to add: "She's tough, and she's strong, but so am I. And I know the things that have happened to me."
Draining her sherry, she covers her mouth with the back of her hand for a moment. "Just as you know all the things that can happen in war," she finishes after dropping her hand to her lap again.
John offers her a soft smile, understanding what she had meant, even if he hadn't necessarily understood all the references she had used in the process. Switch on the lights...?
"Yes, I do," he agrees, quietly.
He toys with his own glass of sherry between his fingers for a moment, before draining it and setting it aside. Sitting forward in his chair and lacing his fingers together before himself and fixing his gaze upon them for a breath before he speaks again.
"I cannot tell you that the world I live in is a kind place, for we both know it is not," he says. "But that does not mean that there is not a place for kindness within it. I have known it often, these past ten years or so of our acquaintance, from you and your daughter both." His smile softens. "Once you found it in yourself to forgive me, that is."
The first part of what he says is true enough, and a good reminder. There are kind people in the world; even on other worlds, as it turns out. Then he continues speaking, and Claire regards him curiously. She's close to wanting to have the conversation about who she is to him and why, but not this late at night, and not when she's had a run of bad sleep.
"Did it take me long to do that? Because if it did, that wasn't your fault, you know. It's..." Claire trails off, then tilts her head as she looks at John.
"I'm sure we've discussed what I was feeling in our time together?" It feels as if she's being cross-examined on her own thoughts, a feeling that's unsettling.
John lets out the breath of a laugh, feeling a bit strange to have to repeat some of the conversations they have already had himself, though of course he understands why they must. He nods in response to her question.
"We did," he says, softly. "Though it took us some time to do so, and I may have been deathly ill at the time. I am grateful to not have to revisit that particular part of the conversation this time around."
His smile saddens slightly. "I had thought you jealous. Of the time I spent with Jamie, while you were... Elsewhere. That you felt uncomfortable with my feelings for him. I think perhaps in some regards that my assessment had been true." He raises his eyes to meet hers. "But surely you know that he has not, nor will he ever want for me. He may have trusted me to raise his son, but it was for William's sake, not my own."
"That's right, measles, you said?" It would have been awful to go through, but it makes sense Claire stayed with him and that they learned so much about one another. There would have been plenty of time to talk, for them to begin to understand the other.
At his words, Claire reaches out to squeeze his arm gently. "I know, John. I don't know what I said then, but it was the amount of time. God, you had more time with him when I was gone, than I've spent with Jamie our entire marriage." This is incredibly raw now, being so freshly reunited and then torn apart again. Squeezing his arm again, her hand drops as she sighs quietly.
"It was a sort of jealousy. Just not the type you might have feared, and not rational in any sense considering where you two were for the majority of that time."
It wasn't as if they were gallivanting the countryside and having a grand time, for Christ's sake.
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He lets out a huff of a laugh and raises a hand to rub tiredly across his face.
"You know," he says, "hearing a thing like that does not surprise me in the least."
Taking in a deep breath, he does his best to collect his thoughts before glancing back up at her with a smile that is equal parts sad, affectionate, and exasperated about their children.
"I cannot claim to have raised him from infancy," he says. "Isobel and I... We were not married until William was four? Five? Time passes so quickly. But as a close friend of their family, and." He flicks her a slightly more guarded smile. "As overseer of your husband's parole, I did visit often."
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"There's a saying about raising children, that the days are long but the years are short. I can remember looking at Bree the day she graduated from high school and thinking it wasn't so long ago that she needed me for everything."
And now she's an adult with her own life, for some reason in the past. That mystery is one Claire doesn't feel as compelled to know the details of, not yet. It's enough to know that she'll see Bree again sooner rather than later.
"And Isobel was a fine mother, I assume?"
William isn't hers, there's no reason to wonder so much, but even this question Jamie couldn't answer. Her curiosity is getting the best of her, she must admit.
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"She was kind," he says. "She always saw the best in people. She never had trouble making conversation, or friends. She loved her family very much, including myself, despite my faults. She was everything a boy could ask for in a step-mother, and more."
His expression saddens further. "She was a bright light that we both lost far too soon. William was only ten years old, and she passed of the flux on their passage to join me in Jamaica. It is a true regret of mine that I was not there with him, to ease that loss."
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"She sounds lovely, truly. A kind person with a good heart, who only loved you both." Moving her hand at least, she offers a small but warm smile.
"You're regretting something you couldn't possibly have anticipated, but I do understand. It's difficult not to take on those moments as a parent. No doubt William will always remember how it felt to be loved by her."
Other memories fade, but feelings will always stand out. She has no real memories of her parents anymore, but when she does think of them, there's a faded sense of love and safety, and she was much younger than William when her parents died. There's hope yet, that he has more to hold onto of his mother.
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"William loved her very much," he agrees. "It took him some time to forgive me for my own role in his life after that, I think. Not that he blamed me for her death, but that my position caused him such upheaval."
He takes in a breath, letting it out slowly.
"And now -- he has taken up a commission and is a captain in the army," he adds. "Taken up the family business, I suppose you might say. I am proud of him. But there is not a day that goes by that I do not worry for him as well."
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"I never wanted her to follow me. To have her with us and for Jamie to meet her is a gift, but I know how difficult that life is. She's never lived a day of hers without being able to flick a switch and turn on the lights. Food from all over the world in one grocery store has always been available her just down the street from our home. Sleeping outdoors was for fun and our family vacations, never out of necessity."
Claire doesn't mean to suggest Brianna couldn't handle it on her own, and so feels compelled to add: "She's tough, and she's strong, but so am I. And I know the things that have happened to me."
Draining her sherry, she covers her mouth with the back of her hand for a moment. "Just as you know all the things that can happen in war," she finishes after dropping her hand to her lap again.
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"Yes, I do," he agrees, quietly.
He toys with his own glass of sherry between his fingers for a moment, before draining it and setting it aside. Sitting forward in his chair and lacing his fingers together before himself and fixing his gaze upon them for a breath before he speaks again.
"I cannot tell you that the world I live in is a kind place, for we both know it is not," he says. "But that does not mean that there is not a place for kindness within it. I have known it often, these past ten years or so of our acquaintance, from you and your daughter both." His smile softens. "Once you found it in yourself to forgive me, that is."
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"Did it take me long to do that? Because if it did, that wasn't your fault, you know. It's..." Claire trails off, then tilts her head as she looks at John.
"I'm sure we've discussed what I was feeling in our time together?" It feels as if she's being cross-examined on her own thoughts, a feeling that's unsettling.
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"We did," he says, softly. "Though it took us some time to do so, and I may have been deathly ill at the time. I am grateful to not have to revisit that particular part of the conversation this time around."
His smile saddens slightly. "I had thought you jealous. Of the time I spent with Jamie, while you were... Elsewhere. That you felt uncomfortable with my feelings for him. I think perhaps in some regards that my assessment had been true." He raises his eyes to meet hers. "But surely you know that he has not, nor will he ever want for me. He may have trusted me to raise his son, but it was for William's sake, not my own."
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At his words, Claire reaches out to squeeze his arm gently. "I know, John. I don't know what I said then, but it was the amount of time. God, you had more time with him when I was gone, than I've spent with Jamie our entire marriage." This is incredibly raw now, being so freshly reunited and then torn apart again. Squeezing his arm again, her hand drops as she sighs quietly.
"It was a sort of jealousy. Just not the type you might have feared, and not rational in any sense considering where you two were for the majority of that time."
It wasn't as if they were gallivanting the countryside and having a grand time, for Christ's sake.