"Are you offering to read me bedtime stories?" Both eyebrows are up and there's a grin on his face. That's kind of delightful.
"Right, it's, ah..." Memory-jogging hand movements. Uhh. Where did he put the stash. He remembers making a mental note to remember the place but he doesn't remember the actual place-- oh right. "In the, the night-stand." Which you might think is a direction for Crichton, the one with a direct visual bead on Arthur's night-stand, to get it. But no, Arthur's going for it himself.
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"Are you offering to read me bedtime stories?" Both eyebrows are up and there's a grin on his face. That's kind of delightful.
"Right, it's, ah..." Memory-jogging hand movements. Uhh. Where did he put the stash. He remembers making a mental note to remember the place but he doesn't remember the actual place-- oh right. "In the, the night-stand." Which you might think is a direction for Crichton, the one with a direct visual bead on Arthur's night-stand, to get it. But no, Arthur's going for it himself.