"No, it was," he promises as he takes the jacket off and hangs it back up, puts his own back on.
"After all, I asked you for advice on what to wear to the wedding, and now I know what I'll be wearing to the wedding. So, in fact, it was a very effective trip." One in which he tried on one (1) item of clothing, confessed one (1) deep-seated fear, and made no (0) substantive decisions of note. But at least he's coming around to the idea that he can wear his uniform without actively feeling like he doesn't deserve to.
"If you say so," she says, and there's nothing skeptical or condescending
about it; if anything, she trusts that he's making the decision that he's
most comfortable with. It still feels to her like they're back at square
one, but this also isn't about her, so maybe she isn't the one who needs to
feel like there's progress being made.
And he will look dashing, after all. Of that she has no doubt.
"So ... besides the search for a job, how else have you been doing?" She's
kept some distance since that first meeting on the deck, and in the chapel,
and let him contact her first when he has questions or needs, but it might
be time for her to start actually, well, doing her job. "Settling in,
keeping busy?"
"Well, I'm trying to. Hence the job search." When his grief had been fresh, he'd relished having no demands on his time and nothing to do but wallow. As it had started to abate, it had still been enough to fill the hours with reading and time in the Enclosure. Now that a couple of months have gone by, though, the confines of the Barge are really starting to chafe.
"I do think I'll be going to the veterinary clinic with Mr. Scamander, by the way." Because it is, at least, more interesting than the kitchen or maintenance crews.
A small smile touches her lips, and her eyes brighten as she nods. "I think
that'll suit you," she says. "Whether you've done a lot of work with
animals in the past or not -- you'll learn. And I think he'll probably like
the chance to share what he knows with someone who's genuinely interested."
She hasn't had too many conversations with Newt, but he's seemed a bit
lonely and socially awkward. Fraser's kind enough that he'll likely put him
at ease.
She eyes the sparkling jacket where it's hung up again, and after only a
moment's hesitation, pulls it off the rack and puts it on herself. It's
clearly too big, too broad in the shoulders, but she can probably work with
that. For now she just rolls the sleeves up. "Also, I've been meaning to
ask: is there anything you'd like me to request on your behalf?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"After all, I asked you for advice on what to wear to the wedding, and now I know what I'll be wearing to the wedding. So, in fact, it was a very effective trip." One in which he tried on one (1) item of clothing, confessed one (1) deep-seated fear, and made no (0) substantive decisions of note. But at least he's coming around to the idea that he can wear his uniform without actively feeling like he doesn't deserve to.
no subject
"If you say so," she says, and there's nothing skeptical or condescending about it; if anything, she trusts that he's making the decision that he's most comfortable with. It still feels to her like they're back at square one, but this also isn't about her, so maybe she isn't the one who needs to feel like there's progress being made.
And he will look dashing, after all. Of that she has no doubt.
"So ... besides the search for a job, how else have you been doing?" She's kept some distance since that first meeting on the deck, and in the chapel, and let him contact her first when he has questions or needs, but it might be time for her to start actually, well, doing her job. "Settling in, keeping busy?"
no subject
"I do think I'll be going to the veterinary clinic with Mr. Scamander, by the way." Because it is, at least, more interesting than the kitchen or maintenance crews.
no subject
A small smile touches her lips, and her eyes brighten as she nods. "I think that'll suit you," she says. "Whether you've done a lot of work with animals in the past or not -- you'll learn. And I think he'll probably like the chance to share what he knows with someone who's genuinely interested." She hasn't had too many conversations with Newt, but he's seemed a bit lonely and socially awkward. Fraser's kind enough that he'll likely put him at ease.
She eyes the sparkling jacket where it's hung up again, and after only a moment's hesitation, pulls it off the rack and puts it on herself. It's clearly too big, too broad in the shoulders, but she can probably work with that. For now she just rolls the sleeves up. "Also, I've been meaning to ask: is there anything you'd like me to request on your behalf?"