[ a soft hum leaves mary's throat as she pours the hot water in both tea cups that waits for the coffee mixture and her bag of black tea.
alongside the plate of scones and tea set that mary has set up, she has several more belongings scattered around the table: a pile of books, folders of documents on top of it, two pens (black and red), and the most important item in her possession — a framed picture of newton as a young lad.
she lets out a soft nod. ]
I do remember the story of someone pretending to be you for a prison break as well. [ once the hot water rests in their cups, mary takes a seat. ] Plenty of reason to keep it hidden. And...
[ a hum leaves her throat as she wordlessly says his name, twice. on the third try, it's vocal: ]
Your understanding is appreciated. [He responds with a respectful nod, beginning to mix his coffee. That prison rumor comes as no surprise to him, there are many similar.
The doctor’s eyes catch on the picture of the young boy, someone he isn’t entirely familiar with but can assume is her son. It brings his mind back to his mother, Katerina, lamenting the the time that has passed since he’s seen her even if it is for the best.
He snaps back to attention with his coffee, thoroughly mixed to satisfaction as he takes his first sip.]
ooh no wonder, that's fair!! since horizon's from s7 maybe she missed it haha
alongside the plate of scones and tea set that mary has set up, she has several more belongings scattered around the table: a pile of books, folders of documents on top of it, two pens (black and red), and the most important item in her possession — a framed picture of newton as a young lad.
she lets out a soft nod. ]
I do remember the story of someone pretending to be you for a prison break as well. [ once the hot water rests in their cups, mary takes a seat. ] Plenty of reason to keep it hidden. And...
[ a hum leaves her throat as she wordlessly says his name, twice. on the third try, it's vocal: ]
Alexander. Thank you for sharing it with me.
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The doctor’s eyes catch on the picture of the young boy, someone he isn’t entirely familiar with but can assume is her son. It brings his mind back to his mother, Katerina, lamenting the the time that has passed since he’s seen her even if it is for the best.
He snaps back to attention with his coffee, thoroughly mixed to satisfaction as he takes his first sip.]