Sitting on the bed like it was the one which belonged to him, he couldn't offer even a hand on his shoulder. He wants to swing his legs and offer condolences for a misinterpretation he never would have thought was wrong, but he stills and frowns at the mention of the so very casual abuse. Then he wants to rattle on about strange sex practices -'sick' depending on who you ask- but realizes a moment later that he shouldn't. What he focuses on again is 'built different', but his interest had never been in studying history. Next up is 'Sherlock' and the headache pulses and Hawkeye barks out a laugh, short and sharp and high and entirely irrelevant to the adventure thus far. And God, he hopes it's not misconstructed as being directed at Guy's woes.
He sobers in a blink, though he's bright-eyed and with an energy that hadn't been in him for long moments before. He supplements Mindy's explanations, and makes a note to try and understand the subject himself. He shrugs, though he doubts it'll even be seen. "We're curious buggers." But 10,000 years were astounding. What the hell kind of technology did the Capitol have? "And our bodies are more resilient when left alone in the end." As opposed to being blown to powder. "Dig deep enough, you'll find anything. Gold. Bones. Oil. Atlantis. China."
Now he swings his legs and even bounces once on the mattress. He takes the movement and lets himself lay down on his side, facing the other two. He ought to check Guy's temperature soon... but what the fuck was the normal temperature for a caveman? --sorry, nomad?
He turns to Mindy, mockingly affronted, the despair well hidden. What? Dear God, what? Was he 10,000 years from the past? "I'm sure as hell not from '29! I already did my time!" He shuffles around, makes himself comfortable. He addresses the room next, his voice like he was a professor at a lecture hall. "Somewhere alone the line, we started using numbers to refer to the time we were living in. Then some important guy was born and we switched the counting the other way- reversed it and starting counting forward instead of backward." Because he remembered Guy saying he was from Tomorrow, whatever that meant, and he wasn't going to talk more about his time, because it not being everybody else's was wrong. "Numbers are easier to remember than names."
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He sobers in a blink, though he's bright-eyed and with an energy that hadn't been in him for long moments before. He supplements Mindy's explanations, and makes a note to try and understand the subject himself. He shrugs, though he doubts it'll even be seen. "We're curious buggers." But 10,000 years were astounding. What the hell kind of technology did the Capitol have? "And our bodies are more resilient when left alone in the end." As opposed to being blown to powder. "Dig deep enough, you'll find anything. Gold. Bones. Oil. Atlantis. China."
Now he swings his legs and even bounces once on the mattress. He takes the movement and lets himself lay down on his side, facing the other two. He ought to check Guy's temperature soon... but what the fuck was the normal temperature for a caveman? --sorry, nomad?
He turns to Mindy, mockingly affronted, the despair well hidden. What? Dear God, what? Was he 10,000 years from the past? "I'm sure as hell not from '29! I already did my time!" He shuffles around, makes himself comfortable. He addresses the room next, his voice like he was a professor at a lecture hall. "Somewhere alone the line, we started using numbers to refer to the time we were living in. Then some important guy was born and we switched the counting the other way- reversed it and starting counting forward instead of backward." Because he remembered Guy saying he was from Tomorrow, whatever that meant, and he wasn't going to talk more about his time, because it not being everybody else's was wrong. "Numbers are easier to remember than names."