Re: log: connie/atticus
Science had never been Atticus' preferred subject of study. It required too much attention, and it didn't involve daydreaming or imagination in a way that he grasped. He was too lazy for it, but he respected it, and he tried to make sense of what she was saying. He'd never thought about time travel, despite reading H.G. Wells when he was young. "There's no way to test it safely." He commented. He wasn't going to stop her from doing anything. He wasn't going to beg her to stop. Atticus wasn't the kind of man who was going to save anyone, but the fact that he was unsure about the risks of doing more with her powers was evident.
But it was hard for him to worry too much when she was sitting there with her chin on her knees and her eyes closed. Atticus very much lived in the now. Worrying was something he'd shrugged off a long time ago. The reappearance of names from the past made him feel irresponsible, but even that feeling wouldn't alter his future actions. "Your father needed to use the machine, but you don't. We think that's because you were exposed to the machine when you were young? Where's the machine now?" He held up his hand a second later. "Maybe don't tell me. I might feel like I need to do something, and I hate needing to do something." He smiled slightly and raised an apologetic shoulder.
He looked up toward the stairs, then he looked back at her. "Gets cold in the B&B too." Not as cold, but it did get cold. "Might be my parents visiting," he added, teasing.