in the interest of not stepping too many bounds to soon, making a good impression (not something he necessarily cares about on the regular but something which is certainly important now), John doesn't leap straight into that sort of familiarity. ] Mr Fraser?
Aye. Jamie. [ He gives his name himself, and lets out a slight breath. Using this device is... unnerving, but he just reminds himself how Claire told him not to worry. It's not witchcraft it's just modern. ]
I am, yeah. A field surgeon by training. John. John Watson. [ he's sure Claire's told him that, but it bears repeating by way of introduction ] She mentioned your hand might need looking at.
[ among other things, though what exactly went undefined: torture is enough of a descriptor to be getting along with and not one he needs to bring to the table now ]
[ There's a pause before he answers, as though he's doing so under slight duress. He doesn't really want to talk about things, but he's not foolish enough to put that pride about the very real fact that his hand if nothing else, is not in a good way. ]
Aye. That it could. [ It's been fixed he's quick to add that, but fixed is relative, he simply doesn't want to play down the work Claire did ]
But I'd ken that it could be fixed more. Or so I'm told.
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in the interest of not stepping too many bounds to soon, making a good impression (not something he necessarily cares about on the regular but something which is certainly important now), John doesn't leap straight into that sort of familiarity. ] Mr Fraser?
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Claire told me that you're a medic.
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[ among other things, though what exactly went undefined: torture is enough of a descriptor to be getting along with and not one he needs to bring to the table now ]
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Aye. That it could. [ It's been fixed he's quick to add that, but fixed is relative, he simply doesn't want to play down the work Claire did ]
But I'd ken that it could be fixed more. Or so I'm told.
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Quite possibly. Medicine's come a long way.
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[ He's almost looking for a way out, for it to be too much trouble, he couldn't be blamed then, could he? ]
I can come to you or you here. I dinna mind which.
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[ And... he will just pull the phone from his ear and hang up. He really hasn't learnt how to phone call yet. Sorry John. ]