[ In what he thinks is as nice a tone as possible: ] Jesus.
[ And he misses the ball she kicks back to him, trotting a few steps to catch up with it and square it between his feet. A couple months and a year are pretty fucking different, to the point that he suspects it's closer to the latter, even though keeping track of time in a situation like that (so different from his own constantly-monitored life) is, he imagines, not exactly easy. ]
Congrats on Nationals, though.
[ The ball comes back at her a little harder, a little faster, this time, though not so much so that it couldn't be dismissed as lapse in attention. ]
So, you're, what— [ judging by her general attitude and the fact that plane travel seems to be common enough to her ] —1990s? Early 2000s?
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[ And he misses the ball she kicks back to him, trotting a few steps to catch up with it and square it between his feet. A couple months and a year are pretty fucking different, to the point that he suspects it's closer to the latter, even though keeping track of time in a situation like that (so different from his own constantly-monitored life) is, he imagines, not exactly easy. ]
Congrats on Nationals, though.
[ The ball comes back at her a little harder, a little faster, this time, though not so much so that it couldn't be dismissed as lapse in attention. ]
So, you're, what— [ judging by her general attitude and the fact that plane travel seems to be common enough to her ] —1990s? Early 2000s?