It's good to see her smile, to hear her laugh. From what little she has described of the past month or so, with the kidnappings and the rescuings thereafter, John can imagine that things must have been rather dire, especially for someone in medicine like Claire herself.
He is no stranger to the habit Claire has developed of simply asking him whatever comes to her mind, no matter how personal a question it might be, although his eyebrows shoot skyward at the query that follows.
What...year?
John blinks at her for a moment, before shaking his head. Honestly, though. What kind of a -- but he has come to expect this sort of question from her. "1778," he replies. "June, last I was aware, though I will admit it has been difficult to keep count of the days, of late."
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He is no stranger to the habit Claire has developed of simply asking him whatever comes to her mind, no matter how personal a question it might be, although his eyebrows shoot skyward at the query that follows.
What...year?
John blinks at her for a moment, before shaking his head. Honestly, though. What kind of a -- but he has come to expect this sort of question from her. "1778," he replies. "June, last I was aware, though I will admit it has been difficult to keep count of the days, of late."