"Oh, I didn't mean about Liberty. I meant, it's a bit of a leap to assume that because Eliza wouldn't want me to be miserable, she would be okay with me starting a relationship with someone else," he explained. "Knowing my wife, she would probably say that she's fine with it, but she'd be lying because she tends to put other people's happiness before her own. It's a difficult one to really consider, because it is not as if I ever asked what the agreement was if I ever time travelled, or ended up in outer space," he added with a bit of a chuckle. "I don't think people would want me to miserable, but I can understand if they had a moral objection. It... it doesn't concern me, they are entitled to their opinion," he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand.
There was clearly either something very wrong with his mind, or Maryanne was deliberately talking in innuendos. Either way, he wasn't sure he fully disguised the befuddled look when she mentioned her gaping hole and all the people who had touched her. "Uuuhh... well, okay!"
"I know exactly what you mean," he nodded when she mentioned her outward projection. "I think that is precisely why I tried to keep it together for so long. Just because I am deeply unsatisfied by the prospect of staying on this space station for a decade, I certainly didn't want to project that disappointment onto Philip. It could easily be misinterpreted as my unhappiness at some aspect of the young man he has turned out to be, and that could not be further from the truth," he explained. "It's just that when I first arrived here, Eliza was about as far along as Liberty is now. Then there was the malaria, and after that I knew him at two. Then he came here at nine, and then... well, you know," he shrugged. "I know people say that they grow up fast, but this is extreme," he took a drink, seemed like he was done, and then started again. "Oh, and you know I didn't want to tell him we were from different years? He figured me out at nine, apparently, because I never talked about Angelica. Not my sister in law, but my daughter. Apparently we're super tight, and there's no way in hell I'd not have talked about her. So that's... really great, and also really shit," he paused for all of two seconds. "Sorry, I know I talk too much."
"Oh, I don't know about that. Told you - total lightweight here. Two glasses of wine and I'm giggling," he smiled.
Then the conversation took a huge turn, and Alexander wasn't sure what to do with it. It was a lot of information coming at him all at once. She'd seen Crawley's missus in her underwear for some reason he wasn't meant to ask about, then she was talking about a bottom half and drawing some sort of... triangle? Take what off with his teeth?! What the hell was the bottom half?
He nearly asked, but considering she then pulled off the top half and it was now sitting on the table between them, he didn't dare ask about the bottom. He looked at it curiously for a moment, and then laughed nervously. "No, no, because then you know, she finds it one day and asks why the fuck I have some other woman's underwear, you know?" he shook his head.
It still didn't make sense. "There's nothing under the skirts in 1784, so I can't picture it. Do not take it off and show me," he added quickly, and held out a finger as if stopping her in her tracks before she got any more funny ideas.