[Now that the conversation has sort of winded down to two easy topic segments, he finds it easier to follow along. The first thing she was saying was that she definitely did a lot, and to be honest, the list even fascinated him because not too many people he knew even talked about their careers let alone had likely done so much before coming here. (The last part about prosthetics makes him uncomfortably hesitant as the idea doesn't play on well with his sensitivities right now.)]
That's a whole lot, if you ask me. [He admits, though. A spark of intrigue for all she's done just behind his eyes.] I don't even think I've had a job unless you count school or what they gave me to do on the ship.
[Neither did really count to him either. He acted like the Weapons Specialist here and maintained their weapons, but he did that at home sometimes too so it didn't feel like work. And neither did school because whether it was at home in Alexandria or in Teleios before, it had nothing to do with surviving and was easier in comparison (most the time).]
You mean he is the owner of the hospital you worked at before? [In Carl's mind that makes him not only maybe generous but fairly wealthy once upon a time. That's about all he can understand with what he remembers of the way the world used to work, though. Man gets a few positive points for it, however, that negate his thoughts about how weird it is he's dressing up as a Santa.
Anyway, when she turns and asks about him next, that's what probably catches him off guard the most than anything else these last four weeks. He wasn't used to talking about himself, really. His eye blinked at her question.]
Me? [...] There's not really much to tell. Home is kinda like this place [a motion to the harsh terrain where monsters are and then slightly to the two people (Carol and Daryl) looking closely knit but guarded], but my family is there.
[She's earned enough of his trust to have him tell her that much. But he shuts down from saying anything else. He does miss his family a great deal quite obviously, though.]
no subject
That's a whole lot, if you ask me. [He admits, though. A spark of intrigue for all she's done just behind his eyes.] I don't even think I've had a job unless you count school or what they gave me to do on the ship.
[Neither did really count to him either. He acted like the Weapons Specialist here and maintained their weapons, but he did that at home sometimes too so it didn't feel like work. And neither did school because whether it was at home in Alexandria or in Teleios before, it had nothing to do with surviving and was easier in comparison (most the time).]
You mean he is the owner of the hospital you worked at before? [In Carl's mind that makes him not only maybe generous but fairly wealthy once upon a time. That's about all he can understand with what he remembers of the way the world used to work, though. Man gets a few positive points for it, however, that negate his thoughts about how weird it is he's dressing up as a Santa.
Anyway, when she turns and asks about him next, that's what probably catches him off guard the most than anything else these last four weeks. He wasn't used to talking about himself, really. His eye blinked at her question.]
Me? [...] There's not really much to tell. Home is kinda like this place [a motion to the harsh terrain where monsters are and then slightly to the two people (Carol and Daryl) looking closely knit but guarded], but my family is there.
[She's earned enough of his trust to have him tell her that much. But he shuts down from saying anything else. He does miss his family a great deal quite obviously, though.]