[John's expression softens slightly as he leans into her touch. He appreciates her concern and he cannot say it is entirely unwarranted. His experience here has been strange and unsettling, to say the least.]
I have been, thank you, my dear. I hope you have also been well?
[He pulls back just enough to study her expression and do his best to determine if, indeed, she is about to lie to him.]
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crawls back from the dead
[ That entire sentence hurt to think, and so she's glad to think about something else. ]
𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑠.
crawls back with you
𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙.
[With gift in hand. A small package bound in a silk handkerchief. You will have to come and unwrap it to find out what it is.]
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Here I am, all two-hundred-and-a-half centuries of me. Technically, anyway.
[ It's easy to joke about, and she might as well. ]
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Honestly, my dear. You are not that much older than me, are you trying to make me feel ancient?
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I'm only telling you how my bones feel now after hours in the garden.
[ It's good to laugh with him, and she looks him over for a moment. ]
You've been alright since we last met?
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I have been, thank you, my dear. I hope you have also been well?
[He pulls back just enough to study her expression and do his best to determine if, indeed, she is about to lie to him.]
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...Somewhat.
[ Her features aren't quite pained, but knowing her, he'll be able to see the shift in her eyes from jovial to subdued. ]
Those birds, the damned things don't know when to stop.