And this was why he avoided talking to people. This conversation made him more uncomfortable than Isobel leaning on him had. He shifted in his seat, sipping his tea and trying to collect his thoughts. Talking about things like this - emotions - was so pointless. People were emotional, yes, but you couldn't eat an emotion. Emotions didn't improve the world, they didn't do work. They just complicated things. Clearly.
As she began to talk about her upbringing, he did his best to remain interested. This was the worst part. Explaining your actions didn't really contribute to anything. People did what they wanted, and that was it.
"I suppose," he said lightly, sipping his tea. "People are social animals, Isobel. Your views are perfectly normal. Good, even." Is this what people said to each other? "I simply find that I don't have the time for such things."