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[Strange how telling the eyes can be. Jean-Luc had been told for much of his life that he was an old soul. He had of course never seen it in himself, but then one rarely saw in themselves what others saw. As he looked in Helen's eyes now he could imagine that what he saw there was what others were referring to with him. An old soul, someone with all the weight of responsibility on their shoulders, someone who had both played witness to and involved themselves in too many questionable things in their time, someone who could see beyond what lay right before them in the present. Yes, he supposed that that was very much what an old soul was.
He nods is agreement, his understanding. And in that moment he feels that he is really and truly seeing her, not just in the superficial kind of way, but into her character, into the meat of what makes her who she is. It's just a glimpse, but just enough to reaffirm to himself that he very much enjoys her company, enough o bolster his curiosity over her uniqueness.]
Oh I've plenty of time, Doctor. I would even offer you a cup of tea to accompany a good story and conversation were I able.