[ she likes the way he thinks, the way he speaks. she's grateful, suddenly, that she can't hear the things he isn't saying, even if she imagines his mind must be a fantastical place all on its own. to see without seeing is something she's very used to; communicating a vision is always harder.

but talking about simon is easy as you please. river tucks her feet beneath her so she can hug her knees, smiling softly as she turns her full attention to the doctor. ]

He's shorter than you.

[ why is that the first thing you have to say méimei that is rude!! ]

Five feet, ten inches. Approximately one-hundred and fifty-seven pounds. Brown hair, brown eyes. We have a likeness.

[ he said he wanted to see him, right? she figures a description should work well enough. her smile brightens just so, gushing pride as she adds: ]

My big brother. He's a doctor.