He doesn’t have anything to add to the conversation, but Ram’s already figured out that he’d twisted himself up into knots that he needs to untie now before he can be of any use. Thankfully Fitzjames knows the unsociable side of Francis Crozier all-too-well, and hopefully he’ll understand it’s melancholy and not the bitter, jaded morbing he was guilty of all those years ago.
He stokes the fire in the stove with old newspaper and broken up twigs, feeding it carefully until he’s certain he can leave it on its own, like a baby bird. And he listens to Rama and James, glad at least that they’re civil.
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He doesn’t have anything to add to the conversation, but Ram’s already figured out that he’d twisted himself up into knots that he needs to untie now before he can be of any use. Thankfully Fitzjames knows the unsociable side of Francis Crozier all-too-well, and hopefully he’ll understand it’s melancholy and not the bitter, jaded morbing he was guilty of all those years ago.
He stokes the fire in the stove with old newspaper and broken up twigs, feeding it carefully until he’s certain he can leave it on its own, like a baby bird. And he listens to Rama and James, glad at least that they’re civil.