Having settled Aaron back into sleep, Chris followed Claire over to the kitchen area of the cafeteria where the British woman – Ami – and the tall geeky guy – Scott – were cooking. Their behavior and mannerisms all screamed attached despite their memory loss. Chris was impressed; even with the lack of a shared surname, the evidence pointed toward Aaron as son which meant that he'd been with Claire at some point.
(Starting to feel more and more like I was a regular jackass though,) Chris thought sadly. Amnesia was evidently a blessing in disguise: he could do right about the situation. A quick glance at the sleeping boy in his arms and Aaron's hot blond mother made him wonder, (Why wouldn't I have wanted to anyway?)
"I rested up for a bit," the Brit hottie explained. "Then I got hungry."
/And decided it was probably a good idea to stop reading the erotic memoirs in my journal./
Chris's attention jerked to her, and somehow he didn't gape. The flurry of mortification and humiliation that came from her coupled with her dampened down almost-disappearance from his head told him that it hadn't been intended for him – and from the way she squirmed and found utter fascination with the measuring of pancake mix – she was well aware of the surprise and bewilderment and embarrassment coming from the kid as well.
(That was way more information than I ever wanted about a complete stranger,) Chris decided. (Actually that was probably way more information than I would ever want about a good friend either.)
"Did you learn his name yet? The baby, I mean?" Ami asked. She looked directly at Claire, and the words came so quickly that Chris had only just sorted them out past her accent by the time his wife/girlfriend answered.
"Aaron," Claire nodded. "His name is Aaron. Um, Daniel has a book, right?"
Confusion pulsed from Claire, and Chris didn't doubt she wondered what precipitated Ami's sudden embarrassment that she worked so desperately to cover up. Chris nodded, "Yeah, Daniel has a manifest of some sort. It lists all the people who survived the plane crash. You did know about the plane crash right?"
The last question was asked to the room at large, and he politely didn't try to meet Ami's eyes. How they survived before the amnesia with the three of them – the kid included – clearly privy to thoughts and emotions, Chris would never guess.
[Damon/Chris]
(Starting to feel more and more like I was a regular jackass though,) Chris thought sadly. Amnesia was evidently a blessing in disguise: he could do right about the situation. A quick glance at the sleeping boy in his arms and Aaron's hot blond mother made him wonder, (Why wouldn't I have wanted to anyway?)
"I rested up for a bit," the Brit hottie explained. "Then I got hungry."
/And decided it was probably a good idea to stop reading the erotic memoirs in my journal./
Chris's attention jerked to her, and somehow he didn't gape. The flurry of mortification and humiliation that came from her coupled with her dampened down almost-disappearance from his head told him that it hadn't been intended for him – and from the way she squirmed and found utter fascination with the measuring of pancake mix – she was well aware of the surprise and bewilderment and embarrassment coming from the kid as well.
(That was way more information than I ever wanted about a complete stranger,) Chris decided. (Actually that was probably way more information than I would ever want about a good friend either.)
"Did you learn his name yet? The baby, I mean?" Ami asked. She looked directly at Claire, and the words came so quickly that Chris had only just sorted them out past her accent by the time his wife/girlfriend answered.
"Aaron," Claire nodded. "His name is Aaron. Um, Daniel has a book, right?"
Confusion pulsed from Claire, and Chris didn't doubt she wondered what precipitated Ami's sudden embarrassment that she worked so desperately to cover up. Chris nodded, "Yeah, Daniel has a manifest of some sort. It lists all the people who survived the plane crash. You did know about the plane crash right?"
The last question was asked to the room at large, and he politely didn't try to meet Ami's eyes. How they survived before the amnesia with the three of them – the kid included – clearly privy to thoughts and emotions, Chris would never guess.