Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
"Yes, I had heard that," Ragnar nodded, remembering Pippin and her ghost hunting around the town. "We are quite haunted here, too. A little less so than other places, perhaps. But there are attachments. We have many old things here."
His expression was serious as he listened to Athelstan talk about his brother. "I am sorry for your loss. I'm sure your brother will be very happy to see you again."
If Athelstan wanted to talk more about it then he would listen. Ragnar would have loved family here. And he would help if he could.
"I can show you my office, all of the nonsense I have been writing. I am not the best at planning out speeches, I tend to wing it, but the organisers of my conference wish to have the bullet points I am covering."
They were holding hands. It wasn't something they had done the first time around, a strange little intimacy that seemed to have developed in the time they were apart, but seemed to easy now. "It was on burial rituals from around the world. Different cultures and religions. I was very happy with it." It had been a success. Ragnar had felt like a success.
He inclined his head thoughtfully. "I think there are many opportunities for employment. If nothing else I will hire you until you find something that makes you happy."
Ragnar opened the door to his office, wishing he'd tidied up a little bit. It was slightly more cluttered than his home office, but much the same in content, with papers and books stacked everywhere, full bookshelves behind the desk, and odd artifacts all over the place. He had a large computer on the desk that looked rather out of place among all the old things.
"It took me a little while to work out what I was going to speak on, so I have a lot of things everywhere. Please, sit-" He gestured to one chair, dragging another closer so that they could touch as they sat.