Neal grins sheepishly at the laugh, his expression apologetic. “He was 33 when we got here, so at least 34 now, depending on how his birthday lines up with the time of year where he was versus the time of year when he arrived—”
Neal cuts himself off. He may have been trying to figure out Malcolm’s actual birthday recently, based on passage of time instead of the dates that don’t match up with the reality Malcolm came from. It’s a thing.
“Which I guess makes me 38 now. That’s uncomfortable.”
It’s so close to 40. Neal shakes it off. “How old are you?”
Jesus does seem more careworn overall, Malcolm’s persistent exhaustion notwithstanding.
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Neal cuts himself off. He may have been trying to figure out Malcolm’s actual birthday recently, based on passage of time instead of the dates that don’t match up with the reality Malcolm came from. It’s a thing.
“Which I guess makes me 38 now. That’s uncomfortable.”
It’s so close to 40. Neal shakes it off. “How old are you?”
Jesus does seem more careworn overall, Malcolm’s persistent exhaustion notwithstanding.