Even he doesn't know quite what he means by saying, "Good." but his smile with it is real.
Yeah. Good. We're all still together.
(It doesn't even occur to him—)
He schools himself as the server returns with their drinks, managing a relatively stoic posture and expression as he wraps his hands around his mug, looking at NymphaDora over it. "I… I don't even know what to ask." She'd said she didn't know when/where they were or how, earlier… but, being from later in time (and perhaps older than him, at the moment) it was automatic to defer: "Do you have any idea how… this… might be happening? Or why?"
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Yeah. Good. We're all still together.
(It doesn't even occur to him—)
He schools himself as the server returns with their drinks, managing a relatively stoic posture and expression as he wraps his hands around his mug, looking at
NymphaDora over it. "I… I don't even know what to ask." She'd said she didn't know when/where they were or how, earlier… but, being from later in time (and perhaps older than him, at the moment) it was automatic to defer: "Do you have any idea how… this… might be happening? Or why?"