Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Precociousness might in the eyes of adults, be acutely charming in a small person. In other children's eyes, it was practically a death sentence, or Long John Silver's black spot. To be precocious among playmates was a pariah's status and he didn't know exactly if that was what Tory meant. "I don't think twenty-five leaves room for precocious, no," Kit said, with a sidelong, careful look at Tory. The eye-contact was brief, and the vague, amused look lingered. "I did think you were probably my age."
He looked slightly taken aback at the comparison, of drawing down what old-fashioned might mean. "I'm a cup of tea, occasionally a cardigan sort, I think," he said, finally. Not the newspaper. He didn't have time for the newspaper and it made him think of his grandfather. "You imagine a lot." It wasn't pejorative. It was in its own way, a little charming.