It's true-- [she lifts her cup and tastes from it to test the temperature--] We are sometimes distracted.
[Not by the need to look at every individual Agent and Host, to carefully index their presence and their minor hurts or slivers of success. But there's lots to see out in the multiverse; she would be lying if she pretended it didn't draw her eye.
But of course, none of this is revelatory to him. He knows this nearly as intimately as she does. And besides, her attention sits here for now. Cathaway drinks from her cup and the mental window to that alabaster city slots itself comfortably closed. Mostly closed. As close to it as she is capable as her focus sharpens to the cup and the table and the softness of his fingers set against her palm.
no subject
[Not by the need to look at every individual Agent and Host, to carefully index their presence and their minor hurts or slivers of success. But there's lots to see out in the multiverse; she would be lying if she pretended it didn't draw her eye.
But of course, none of this is revelatory to him. He knows this nearly as intimately as she does. And besides, her attention sits here for now. Cathaway drinks from her cup and the mental window to that alabaster city slots itself comfortably closed. Mostly closed. As close to it as she is capable as her focus sharpens to the cup and the table and the softness of his fingers set against her palm.
How many more cups of tea can there possibly be?]