[Amnesia, then? James must be new to this world. Crane leans forward in his chair, attentive and hooked by what else the man could say. But as much as he is welcoming, he welcomes the panic overtaking his guest. He closes his eyes and tries savouring it; making himself look thoughtful to offset any concerns about his behaviour.]
Does it matter much as where you're going?
[Pacing around the table, perhaps? Or back and forth before the fireplace? His eyes open to the sight of James fighting to remember. The struggle almost makes him inhale. Almost.]
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Does it matter much as where you're going?
[Pacing around the table, perhaps? Or back and forth before the fireplace? His eyes open to the sight of James fighting to remember. The struggle almost makes him inhale. Almost.]