[So he knows Wanda? Somehow, this doesn't surprise him; if she was the sort to approach him with jars full of spiders one day, out of the blue, of course she might endear herself to this shark-man, too, in her own way.
He just smiles. Yes, he makes good brain pictures.
And then Nanaue decides to return the favor, an image blooming in Henry's mind. A rudimentary drawing of a sun. With a happy face.]
...That's very good, too.
[Strangely, maybe insanely, he feels like an orderly in the lab again, dealing with a child. His tone shifts into that light, friendly way he had practiced for so, so many years.]
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He just smiles. Yes, he makes good brain pictures.
And then Nanaue decides to return the favor, an image blooming in Henry's mind. A rudimentary drawing of a sun. With a happy face.]
...That's very good, too.
[Strangely, maybe insanely, he feels like an orderly in the lab again, dealing with a child. His tone shifts into that light, friendly way he had practiced for so, so many years.]
What's your name?