Re: Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
Daniel listened with grave interest, setting the tea strainer aside and sitting deeper back in the kitchen chair, for all the world as if he could sit there for another age, contemplating the conversation and the faintly steaming vintage. Daniel translated with his usual unimpressive facility, American English being a sort of fourth language. His antique Italian and Revolutionary French was much better, and the "something else" was eventually determined to be not "amazing," but, "yet another thing." He nodded gravely, sipped at the tea with one knee over the other, and theorized aloud, "It didn't seem like a bad idea at the time."
Then he smiled at Newt, fond of the human way of making decisions in the moment. Daniel stabilized his environment in such a way that to shake it was an effort, like kicking a chair leg. "I do not remember, you said you were not close to your brother? Is he meant to be a stable influence?" Daniel rather suspected not.
His eyes flicked to Newt's throat and he gave his guest a faintly exasperated look.