02-01-2015, 07:40 PM
His words passed the time for him. Aside from the two more complex weaves, the things he was doing were simple, basic. She would need that, would need to know what she was seeing. She was a scientist. The 'recording of his nervous system,' as she termed it, would be analyzed again and again against what was happening. His description of what he was doing at each point was a purposeful gift. It might help her find the biological analog of this power and its use in the machinery of his body. A Rosetta stone, so to speak. And learning that, in itself, was worth the amount of time this was taking.
He wasn't sure what time it was when she came back into the room. He would admit that he was quite tired. It had been a long day and using the Force on top of that took something out of you, physically. Another clue that there was a connection. His little assignment to work with Michael had turned out the potential for great fruitage for himself.
He smiled at her jest. She was professional in every way, the image she presented to the world. And yet the informal woman underneath seemed to peek her head out from time to time.
He stood slowly and cracked his neck on either side, not taking his eyes off her, a small smile on his face. "Sleep. Yes, I have heard of it. I should try it, I think."
He slid his jacket on. "Perhaps you should too."
He paused, thinking, deciding. "I had not expected to enjoy coming down here. Obviously. But I am glad I did."
He widened his smile at her. "Glad to have made your acquaintance."
A pause.
"My offer still stands, you know. I know I gave you a lot of information today."
A slight laugh. "And I'm sure that most of it meant very little to you at the moment. No context, you see. It's all theoretical information for you. But I think that as you work with the data you've gathered, as well as with the other....patients, the context to understand will come. And for that, I am at your disposal."
He pulled a pen and a small pad of paper from his pocket and quickly scribbled his number on it. By way of explanation, "No wallet, so this will have to be old school. I do hope you will call and let me know what you find. Or for that chat we talked about."
He handed it to her with a genuine smile and then offered her the pen and pad in turn.
When it was time to go he offered her his hand. She really was quite lovely, not in spite of but because of the wisps of hair that had escaped her bun and had been quickly tucked behind her ear. He had the measure of her. Very impressive. And he had always been drawn to strength. He looked down at her. "It was truly a pleasure, Dr. Weston."
He wasn't sure what time it was when she came back into the room. He would admit that he was quite tired. It had been a long day and using the Force on top of that took something out of you, physically. Another clue that there was a connection. His little assignment to work with Michael had turned out the potential for great fruitage for himself.
He smiled at her jest. She was professional in every way, the image she presented to the world. And yet the informal woman underneath seemed to peek her head out from time to time.
He stood slowly and cracked his neck on either side, not taking his eyes off her, a small smile on his face. "Sleep. Yes, I have heard of it. I should try it, I think."
He slid his jacket on. "Perhaps you should too."
He paused, thinking, deciding. "I had not expected to enjoy coming down here. Obviously. But I am glad I did."
He widened his smile at her. "Glad to have made your acquaintance."
A pause.
"My offer still stands, you know. I know I gave you a lot of information today."
A slight laugh. "And I'm sure that most of it meant very little to you at the moment. No context, you see. It's all theoretical information for you. But I think that as you work with the data you've gathered, as well as with the other....patients, the context to understand will come. And for that, I am at your disposal."
He pulled a pen and a small pad of paper from his pocket and quickly scribbled his number on it. By way of explanation, "No wallet, so this will have to be old school. I do hope you will call and let me know what you find. Or for that chat we talked about."
He handed it to her with a genuine smile and then offered her the pen and pad in turn.
When it was time to go he offered her his hand. She really was quite lovely, not in spite of but because of the wisps of hair that had escaped her bun and had been quickly tucked behind her ear. He had the measure of her. Very impressive. And he had always been drawn to strength. He looked down at her. "It was truly a pleasure, Dr. Weston."