"That's all right. I'm sure it would just go right over my head, to be honest," he shrugged. He knew how a radio worked, but well enough to explain to someone who'd never seen one before? He wasn't so sure about that.
"That's..." he didn't quite have the words to describe the photograph, the way it just appeared on the screen in full colour. It was too much to comprehend.
He started slightly at the touch to his hand, a slight flinch before he settled, as if he wasn't used to tenderness yet. "How long ago did you come here?" he asked her, evading the question about needing to lie down. He felt like the whole strange world was spinning, but he'd been forced to remain lying down for so long he was almost afraid to do it again. As if he might never get upright again.