There was a certain comforting familiarity in the back and forth, wasn't there? Simon offering breadcrumbs, waiting for Alex to pick up the trail. Something that, while still strange in its own right, was a pattern they'd repeated time and again. Something to spark that journalistic hunger in her. So, as is customary, he will wait. Give her the time she needs to sort her thoughts. It's not like he's going anywhere.
For now.
Simon's not necessarily any easier to read without the distance of an impersonal phone between them, his body language has always been a bit reserved and strange. Came with the territory, considering his history. It didn't help that he still didn't seem to blink enough, if at all.
"Maybe," He fell silent for a time, mulling her questions over. In typical Simon fashion, he had to weigh how straight an answer he was willing to give her. The situation was different, were they home it'd be too soon and he'd have simply left her with the questions burning and directed her after her own answers first. Here his options were limited, she couldn't investigate what she wasn't near enough to look into. He also needed her to trust him, for her to believe anything else he may have to say later. That and... given their vastly different timelines he was fairly confident anything he said now would have no impact on what happened back home.
It was still a lot to balance. It's about time he gave her something. "Yes." It wasn't much, but getting anything that's not a riddle from Simon is like pulling teeth. At least, that's what he'll say about Thomas Warren for now, as for the countdown...
"With everything else that's happened, you're worried about the countdown?" He asked, in that faintly condescending way he does when he's telling her she's chasing a thread to nowhere. She should really be more worried about someone breaking into her house and video taping her sleeping, not some weirdo sending ominous countdowns.
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For now.
Simon's not necessarily any easier to read without the distance of an impersonal phone between them, his body language has always been a bit reserved and strange. Came with the territory, considering his history. It didn't help that he still didn't seem to blink enough, if at all.
"Maybe," He fell silent for a time, mulling her questions over. In typical Simon fashion, he had to weigh how straight an answer he was willing to give her. The situation was different, were they home it'd be too soon and he'd have simply left her with the questions burning and directed her after her own answers first. Here his options were limited, she couldn't investigate what she wasn't near enough to look into. He also needed her to trust him, for her to believe anything else he may have to say later. That and... given their vastly different timelines he was fairly confident anything he said now would have no impact on what happened back home.
It was still a lot to balance. It's about time he gave her something. "Yes." It wasn't much, but getting anything that's not a riddle from Simon is like pulling teeth. At least, that's what he'll say about Thomas Warren for now, as for the countdown...
"With everything else that's happened, you're worried about the countdown?" He asked, in that faintly condescending way he does when he's telling her she's chasing a thread to nowhere. She should really be more worried about someone breaking into her house and video taping her sleeping, not some weirdo sending ominous countdowns.