It was cold outside- at least that much seemed normal enough, for December- so Roger walked close at Padma's side, wanting (or needing) to share warmth between them.
"I suppose there's a lot that needs explaining." It was a statement, not a question, almost as if Roger was just thinking aloud. "You're thirty-eight, so that's..." He calculated quietly in his head. "2018. Six years past me. Has-"
Roger hesitated. He'd read his dad's science fiction books as a kid, and he'd been warned about spoiling the futures of others, so maybe it wasn't the best thing to ask, but... All the same... The nervousness was back in the pit of his stomach, but he stubbornly ignored it.
"What happened, in those six years?" It was a question he may well regret, but he needed to be on equal footing with Padma here, or nothing would ever get sorted.