Re: dreamland: becky/crane
He didn't press upon the words, upon the explanation that she used to be someone weak, because even if he was a little curious about it, about the story behind it, he wasn't curious enough to push. To prod.
At least not yet, he wasn't.
So he sat after she did in a chair nearby, crossing his own legs, long limbs folding and shifting, a man too gangly for the space he seemingly fit into. He took the time to study the black that had slid down over her skin, curling itself so sweetly around her wrists, and he knew there was a story here as well, something to prod at, to push and tug and get beneath, but Jonathan held his tongue. "You are more than welcome, Betty," he answered in kind. His chin lifted slightly, appraising, watching her through glass lenses. "What brings you here, this evening?"