Re: [Gunster Dinner]
Adrian had officially devoured Connie's beautiful dinner, and he placed his napkin politely on the empty plate. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he sat down with them, and his glass was empty. He had a light buzz and he was stuffed with food, and in good company. Under those circumstances, no topic of conversation seemed too morbid.
My work is his work. The phrasing rang a bell with him, and he wouldn't forget it any time soon. "Gene therapies for autoimmune diseases which are otherwise difficult to treat," he said. He didn't have to think about it. It was there, at the back of his thoughts, on the tip of his tongue. "Any breakthroughs there could be the key to unlocking powerful treatments for some of the most chronic and complex diseases out there." He nodded, once. "That's my primary focus right now. With a sideline in correcting genetic defects." He looked down at his empty plate. "Fun stuff," he said, with a small smile, a little embarrassment, his eyes sliding to the right, to Patrick. "You protect the natural world," he glanced to Connie, "You try to go around it, and I try to change it." He smiled a little again. "It all has to work out, I guess."