Something unclenches in his ribcage; some loosening in his jaw, a relief. Salvaging, saving. Helpful, fundamental. It’s good to hear, a validation that their first impression isn’t already hopelessly polluted.
“One of the better ones, then,” Strange says, a proclamation like he’s vetting different car models. This one guzzles too much gasoline; this other one has a tendency to murder its alternate selves.
He exhales and shuffles the papers on the table, a reflexive tic, keeping busy. “So you’re a magic user too. Good. I won’t know what your syllabus was like,” dry humour, “but if you catch me up, we can get on the same page.”
He doesn’t want to automatic assume that she’d want to resume any sort of magic training right off the bat, but he dangles the implicit suggestion there regardless. (Fundamental. That’s one way to stroke a sorcerer’s ego.)
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“One of the better ones, then,” Strange says, a proclamation like he’s vetting different car models. This one guzzles too much gasoline; this other one has a tendency to murder its alternate selves.
He exhales and shuffles the papers on the table, a reflexive tic, keeping busy. “So you’re a magic user too. Good. I won’t know what your syllabus was like,” dry humour, “but if you catch me up, we can get on the same page.”
He doesn’t want to automatic assume that she’d want to resume any sort of magic training right off the bat, but he dangles the implicit suggestion there regardless. (Fundamental. That’s one way to stroke a sorcerer’s ego.)
“How long did you know him?”