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[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-03-28 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I do believe that career seamen will always crave the ocean, even knowing the difficulties the life presents. There is a sort of... a sort of call to it. I don't think I could explain it to anyone who hasn't been on a ship, though. You're fortunate that your... partner? Can understand.

[Tim told him not to use 'malewife.,

Goodsir takes the brochure happily, looking it over even though he knows what's on it.]
Thank you. You know... [And here he sounds a little shy:] You may call me Harry. If you'd like.

[It is his name, after all. Although he's used to simply being called by his last.]

The 'phone' is quite remarkable, yes, but paper is much easier to navigate. Goodness, this library is huge - you must have a head for maps if you can remember every bit of it.

[Goodsir shakes his head with an awkward little laugh.]

I've had a little time to recuperate. There are some lesions that remain but the vast majority have healed quite satisfactorily. Wounds can reopen in severe cases of scurvy, you know. It's quite the sight to see - awful, but fascinating.

[He realises he's about to ramble about the advanced scurvy and shuts up, looking chagrined.]

Ah. Sorry. But, uhm, yes. Those physical ailments that can be reversed have been. I thank you for your concern.

You often assist people new to the manor?
mygoodsir: (cheeky)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-03-29 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
A navigator! Terribly impressive. Yes, yes I'd rather like to meet him.

[He's trying very hard to get along with these men's partners, initially as a courtesy but also because he hopes to make friends of them too.

Goodsir takes the map with a boyish grin, delighted.]
Oh, I thank you! Yes, I am most curious to learn what I've missed.

[It doesn't occur to him that anyone else might be remotely interested in the fate of the Franklin Expedition. He assumes that to most it's just a boring old mystery, if anything.

Goodsir looks at Koby with the barest hint of mischief in his eyes.]


Well, now it's you that sounds like a doctor. But you're right, of course. I'll not let my pride cause further injury.

[He follows, happy to be guided. And even though he's seen a little of it already, Goodsir still looks at the room as if it's the most fascinating place he's ever been in.]

Koby, you're a remarkably kind young man. The world would be a better place if more of us were like you.
mygoodsir: (my heart)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-03-30 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It's sweet, Goodsir thinks, to see someone so enamoured. It occurs to him that he's seen more declarations of romantic love in his short time here than he has ever before in his life. Is it perhaps a trifle inappropriate? Certainly. But it's still heartwarming.]

Oh dear, bossy are you? Well, you'll have no backtalk from me. I'm rarely very cheeky.

[Goodsir doesn't consider the sentiment corny at all. No, he just looks at Koby with dark eyes and smiles in perfect understanding.]

Yes. Yes, I can see that. I would only ever caution you not to let your good heart prevent you from looking after yourself.
mygoodsir: (just a lil guy!)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-03-31 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Goodsir is not familiar with any sort of psychic ability, so he's not sure what he's feeling - he interprets Koby's probing instead as a sense that Koby is trustworthy and easy to open up to. Goodsir's mind is very much the same as his demeanor: warm, gentle, curious. There is a deeper layer to him that is the cold of operating rooms, of research papers.

Goodsir smiles.]


That is a terribly familiar sentiment. I myself am, ah, not perceived as particularly capable in many ways. Seafaring men, as you know, tend toward the rugged.

So please know that I believe you to be every bit as strong as anyone else.

[He would hate to see this lovely young man treated rudely just because he's kind.]
mygoodsir: (yes hi)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-03-31 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Goodsir laughs softly.] Well. It certainly has its place. But I don't hold that it's the only way for a man to behave.

[Because he too values kindness and intelligence.]

Now, you must show me your very favourite part of this magnificent library. I believe seeing that will give me further insight into your character.
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[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-04-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
You needn't apologise. [Said gently, because Goodsir is also forever apologising unnecessarily.] You've not done a single thing wrong.

[He follows along, referring to the map periodically. At 'history' he smiles and lets his gaze wander slowly from title to title before looking to the chair Koby has pointed out.]

Oh, yes. Yes, that looks perfect.

[He looks to Koby again, still smiling.] I suspect I'd say the same about yours. I don't suppose there are any volumes on it available to read...?

[He steps closer to the books, letting his fingers trace a few spines. His smile fades into something more thoughtful.]

It's strange to think of yourself as history. But if this place is, as they say, 2007, then I have over one hundred and fifty years to catch up on. I daresay most of it will probably be for the good. I've spoken to Mr. Laughlin at some length about the social changes even from his time to now, and he seems much happier for them.

[His fingers linger on a volume - Sad, Mad and Bad: Women and the Mind Doctors from 1800 - before he shakes his head and lets his hand drop.]

Forgive me Koby, I'm being maudlin. Please, tell me what part of our history so fascinates you.

[He wants to know all of Koby's hyperfixations.]
mygoodsir: (smile)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-04-01 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, but you're not taking into account that part of the reason for this tour is so that I can listen to you ramble. [He offers Koby a conspiratorial look.] I do the exact same thing, you see. So let us promise not to apologise for our enthusiasm distracting us, shall we?

[There are so many books. So many, many years. For the briefest moment Goodsir feels despair and a sort of swooning horror at the enormity of time. But then his natural curiosity and lust for knowledge rises up, spurred further by the beautiful look on Koby's face as he speaks of seafaring.]

I am sorry that you are so far from home. But selfishly, I am also pleased as it means I've the occasion to meet you.

And it is selfish, you know. I don't think I ever truly understood what it would feel like to never be able to return home until... well. Until it was too late.

But we must make do.
mygoodsir: (nerd)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-04-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
I don't mind at all. [Indeed, in Koby he thinks he's truly found a kindred spirit. Someone who understands the beauty found everywhere in the world, as well as someone who can examine its endless details.

Koby's sudden movement startles Goodsir, who is still blinking in surprise when the young man zooms back. He accepts the book and reads the title with a radiant smile.]


That sounds like an excellent plan.

[He opens the book and flips through, looking for the mammals. He finds what he's looking for and shows Koby - delphinapterus leucas, the beluga whale - and grins like a child.]

They are really sort of ridiculous looking, aren't they? But, here...

[More flipping. carcinus maenas: the European green crab.]

These fellows were such a part of my childhood. I caught far too many of them, really. I think that they are why I really started to wonder about how such marvelous things were put together.
mygoodsir: (yes hi)

cw: emeto reference

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-04-05 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes! Tim did mention. I will absolutely be by. Fresh food prepared by a chef? I'll be downright spoiled.

[He's careful not to joke about tinned rations, partly to avoid the awkwardness and partly not to spiral about it. It's a strange relationship to be have with food: to be so desperate for it and yet a little frightened.

His first day in the manor he'd eaten too much in spite of knowing better and been sick. But his stomach is slowly catching up to his appetite.]


Tim is a lovely man, isn't he? I've had little occasion to meet any Americans before. It's a charming sort of accent he's got.

As is yours, for that matter.
mygoodsir: (smile)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-04-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Goodsir smiles.] Your tact is appreciated. Yes, if he wouldn't be offended by something with, ah, smaller portions? That would be lovely.

[Oblivious, his smile widens.] As am I. He's been an incredible resource of information, and a great comfort. And he's very... gallant? Yes. I admire that.

[A soft laugh.] Yes. But everyone does. Yours is more familiar sounding to me than some. The long vowels and all. But you've got the most lovely rising intonation!
mygoodsir: (smile)

[personal profile] mygoodsir 2025-04-06 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
I think I know the type. [Sailors aren't known for being gentle conversationalists.

Still smiling, unaware.]
He'd have made a lovely officer, in times past.

Oh, thank you. [A cheeky look.] That's good, since you'll be hearing so much of it.