He just listens to the other man, following his line of sight; it's clearly a topic he feels strongly about, so why interrupt?
Ah, and then it gets sad, rather than happy. A common thing, for reminiscing; and then a question.
"It depends," he says, after a moment of watching people move around. "I'll go wherever I'm needed. I don't have much of a preference."
Which, really, is a preference in itself...of a sort. He's always just blended in, been background noise. Social interaction was just...something that was there; a tool, or something to do, or whatever was most significant at the time.
Was it sad, to have that perspective? Perhaps to some people, but it's not sad to him. He's simply content.
"But I suppose being on the sidelines feels a little better, after a few years here. Easier to keep an eye on things."
As always, viewed through the lens of a job, a duty, rather than a personal preference. It's hard to tell if he truly has one.
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Ah, and then it gets sad, rather than happy. A common thing, for reminiscing; and then a question.
"It depends," he says, after a moment of watching people move around. "I'll go wherever I'm needed. I don't have much of a preference."
Which, really, is a preference in itself...of a sort. He's always just blended in, been background noise. Social interaction was just...something that was there; a tool, or something to do, or whatever was most significant at the time.
Was it sad, to have that perspective? Perhaps to some people, but it's not sad to him. He's simply content.
"But I suppose being on the sidelines feels a little better, after a few years here. Easier to keep an eye on things."
As always, viewed through the lens of a job, a duty, rather than a personal preference. It's hard to tell if he truly has one.