Re: Theo | Roxanne
Roxanne sat, her free hand absently toying with the corner of the book in her lap, listening quietly. It sounded like another world to her. In a way, perhaps it was. It was no secret that, in most ways, the older generations had lived a very different, much harder life than they had. How often had she found the mirrors in her parents' home covered, because her Dad couldn't stand to look at his haunting reflection aging beyond reach of the other Fred? How many stories had she read and overheard? How many lectures? And that was just on their side (the good side, she reminded herself). Merlin knew what went on for those on the other side of history, the footnotes at the bottom of the textbooks.
"That's shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know." She said quietly. Her hand dropped from where it had lingered against Theo's forehead, falling to join the other one. She stared at them thoughtfully, finally tilting her chin and setting her jaw stubbornly. "I think it was brave, helping Mrs Potter like that," she finally decided, in a tone that left little room for argument. "And someone should tell your dickweed Dad that steel has better corrosion resistance, anyway. Who wants to be corroded?"
"I'll ask the Grey Lady later. She's been here longest, poor cow. Even if she gives up a bunch of rubbish, it can't hurt... Is there anything else I can help with?" Roxanne uncurled a little, doing her best to stretch without knocking any of Theo's mobile library off the bed. Dropping her arms back down, she took the second to give him another look, this time not bothering to hide the worried crease that appeared in her brow.
"You could catch a quick kip in the meantime, though? No offence, but you look awful."