[Crane tilts his head back, studying Bruce from the lower part of his eyes, secure behind the protection of his glasses. They do offer a pleasing kind of distance from a man who is clearly trying to understand him.]
Well, there's nothing wrong with finding yourself interesting. In any case, I guess I cannot complain, since if you weren't keeping me employed you would be poor company. I imagine you would find me rather boring.
[ Quite the opposite, Doctor. Bruce finds him incredibly intriguing, in a way he's not quite able to articulate. Possibly because he doesn't have a clear picture of Dr. Crane so it can be sorted into something that makes sense.
Or because Dr. Crane is obfuscating because there is something about him that he does not want Bruce - or anyone else - to see. Either is a possibility and Bruce doesn't have a strong opinion either way.
Yet. ]
I don't think that's necessarily true. You like to read. So do I. If that wall of books isn't just for show.
[More than twice, actually. Crane keeps that thought to himself and keeps his position too, studying Bruce from behind glass. He avoids the taunt, aimed at his intelligence, by submerging himself in his persona: an amenable doctor who rarely walks amongst people, to the point he seems awkward or out of place.]
[The first remark earns a dry smile. He chooses not to misdirect, delighting in knowing more about himself than someone believes themselves to know. In any case, it is the second remark that draws his curiosity.]
A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis should fit the bill.
[It is a book published under a pseudonym. Perhaps this man will appreciate the irony.]
Five minutes left, I believe. But we covered enough for today. So, remember to come next week, same time and place. Preferably without crashing another car.
[Crane is already rising from his chair, hands clasped behind him as he rounds his desk, which he leans against before crossing his hands across his stomach. He regards his client with a cold and impassive expression. Perhaps he is insulted the man was checking his watch. Or perhaps, like him, he has places to be.
Perhaps one day he will think of him with his name. But as he waits for him to leave, he knows today is not that day.]
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Well, there's nothing wrong with finding yourself interesting. In any case, I guess I cannot complain, since if you weren't keeping me employed you would be poor company. I imagine you would find me rather boring.
[Look around at all his books, sir.]
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Or because Dr. Crane is obfuscating because there is something about him that he does not want Bruce - or anyone else - to see. Either is a possibility and Bruce doesn't have a strong opinion either way.
Yet. ]
I don't think that's necessarily true. You like to read. So do I. If that wall of books isn't just for show.
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[More than twice, actually. Crane keeps that thought to himself and keeps his position too, studying Bruce from behind glass. He avoids the taunt, aimed at his intelligence, by submerging himself in his persona: an amenable doctor who rarely walks amongst people, to the point he seems awkward or out of place.]
But I think you know that.
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I figured. You don't seem to have a busy social calendar. No offense.
[ A lighthearted jab. A lighthearted misdirection. ]
Do you have any recommendations? I might be in the market for a new read.
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A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis should fit the bill.
[It is a book published under a pseudonym. Perhaps this man will appreciate the irony.]
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He watches the doctor for a moment, curious, before he checks his watch and reaches for his jacket. ]
Is our hour over? I have other commitments.
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[Crane is already rising from his chair, hands clasped behind him as he rounds his desk, which he leans against before crossing his hands across his stomach. He regards his client with a cold and impassive expression. Perhaps he is insulted the man was checking his watch. Or perhaps, like him, he has places to be.
Perhaps one day he will think of him with his name. But as he waits for him to leave, he knows today is not that day.]