[Kim opens his mouth to answer, then closes it again. A single eyebrow arches upwards. He severely doubts that Jean doesn't actually want to know about Detective Du Bois--for God's sake, the man disguised himself to check in on how he was, mentally. And it was clear enough that the man still held some sort of fondness towards the detective, even if it was buried under layers of exhaustion and years of being worn down. In a slightly snippy tone, he replies:]
Two months, officer. I arrived here at the beginning of December, and it is now January. Last I remember, I was leaving with you for the precinct, and then...ended up here. As for Detective Du Bois, he's faring well enough for a man who remembers more of a life here than in Jamrock.
[Is that a defensive note in his voice? For Detective Du Bois? Surely not. A puff of breath can be seen as he exhales sharply. Quickly, he tries to take out a clawed, gloved hand and tuck the scarf further over his mouth. Hopefully, fast enough so Officer Vicquemare doesn't see.]
It's nothing. It's just a toothache.
[We're discussing more important things, is implied.]
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Two months, officer. I arrived here at the beginning of December, and it is now January. Last I remember, I was leaving with you for the precinct, and then...ended up here. As for Detective Du Bois, he's faring well enough for a man who remembers more of a life here than in Jamrock.
[Is that a defensive note in his voice? For Detective Du Bois? Surely not. A puff of breath can be seen as he exhales sharply. Quickly, he tries to take out a clawed, gloved hand and tuck the scarf further over his mouth. Hopefully, fast enough so Officer Vicquemare doesn't see.]
It's nothing. It's just a toothache.
[We're discussing more important things, is implied.]