Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
"Sounds deep. Being pathless. Could say we're all pathless, and we all find people along the way. Chalk it up to coincidence, to us all living in the same place. Bound to run into people. Can also blame fate, but don't think I particularly like the concept of fate. Sure it exists, but it's not for me." Offered the words slowly. Unhurried. Had nowhere to really be. Was comfortable out here, having conversation with a new face. Atticus liked conversation.
Didn't get the sense that the old version of himself had spent much time being social. Had a sense that he'd already met everyone that man had known. Most of the people he'd talked to these days, they had no older point of reference. Most of them were too polite to ask about the island, too polite to ask about the ink. "No patience to read. Ouch. Wouldn't have gotten through childhood without being able to lose myself in a book." A beat. "Eames. Like the chair. Would love a beer." Stepped forward, took the man's hand, and shook it with a firm, confident grip.