Her hand on his was not unwelcome, though it was an unfamiliar, unusually comforting thing. He squeezed back and listened intently, nodding with a half-smile of amusement at her teasing. "Mostly I'd figure it's weird remembering ancient times. Having prophetic dreams is one thing; remembering an entire life apart from your own, in such a different time and culture as this one... It'd definitely be something to learn and teach from. And the fact that you remember Jesus. Well. That's something else, too." He didn't want to bring up the fact that, despite his father and brother's stout agnosticism, he had faith. He'd even taken up going to church in his time apart from them. It was comforting.
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