[John echoes. Boston. The pieces are all falling into place. Everything Jamie is telling him now. Everything they had spoken about before, himself and Claire. How odd it is, to have met each other without realizing who they were, to one another. Not that they really are anything, precisely. Save that they have one particular matter in common. One particular person, he should say.
He glances to Claire at the mention of a daughter, and the final pieces click.]
Brianna.
[Named after her first husband's father. His eyes pass between the pair of them again.] Each of you believing the other had died. And now...
[Now they have been returned to one another. It's terribly romantic. John can see how happy it makes his friend as well, for that matter. It almost makes up for the rock, settling itself in the pit of his stomach.
He blinks, catching up with the other man's words again, before he asks:] I'm sorry. They both have?
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[John echoes. Boston. The pieces are all falling into place. Everything Jamie is telling him now. Everything they had spoken about before, himself and Claire. How odd it is, to have met each other without realizing who they were, to one another. Not that they really are anything, precisely. Save that they have one particular matter in common. One particular person, he should say.
He glances to Claire at the mention of a daughter, and the final pieces click.]
Brianna.
[Named after her first husband's father. His eyes pass between the pair of them again.] Each of you believing the other had died. And now...
[Now they have been returned to one another. It's terribly romantic. John can see how happy it makes his friend as well, for that matter. It almost makes up for the rock, settling itself in the pit of his stomach.
He blinks, catching up with the other man's words again, before he asks:] I'm sorry. They both have?