"Not a bother at all. It could prove useful in my work so I should thank you for giving me another angle to research. Not a bother at all." Not that he was ever really short of those but he would never say no to a new one. Especially if it would assist someone else. "You said your mother sang it to you. Where is her family from if I might ask?" It would give him a place to start.
Alex was an active listener usually. He didn't so much keep eye contact but he kept his gaze on the speaker and watched for the story their expression and body told as much as the words he was listening too. And he had been actively watching Wren since with all of his attention. Perhaps that was why he suddenly felt overwhelmed and he had needed to concentrate on something else for a moment.
Talking about Henry was much easier then it used to be. The older three brothers, Henry, Will and Alex, had all been rather close. He didn't know why, he loved Phil and Ed just the same, but it was different. But eventually, Alex had realized that not talking about Henry was doing the memory of his brother a disservice so he refused to shy away from the topic any longer.
He looked up when Wren sat on the arm of his chair and, surprisingly to himself, leaned closer. Not quite touching, but definitely taking comfort from the closeness. "Me too. But that's why I think I prefer the version where the mother knows what happened. Personal experience."
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Date: 2014-10-17 03:44 am (UTC)Alex was an active listener usually. He didn't so much keep eye contact but he kept his gaze on the speaker and watched for the story their expression and body told as much as the words he was listening too. And he had been actively watching Wren since with all of his attention. Perhaps that was why he suddenly felt overwhelmed and he had needed to concentrate on something else for a moment.
Talking about Henry was much easier then it used to be. The older three brothers, Henry, Will and Alex, had all been rather close. He didn't know why, he loved Phil and Ed just the same, but it was different. But eventually, Alex had realized that not talking about Henry was doing the memory of his brother a disservice so he refused to shy away from the topic any longer.
He looked up when Wren sat on the arm of his chair and, surprisingly to himself, leaned closer. Not quite touching, but definitely taking comfort from the closeness. "Me too. But that's why I think I prefer the version where the mother knows what happened. Personal experience."