[James probably should've specified, so Freddie might end up being slightly disappointed; James has long since given up on finding a consistent source of actual tea, and now thinks of rosehip as the default. It's tart, slightly sweet, wards off scurvy, and has no connection at all with his memories of the Expedition, and so it's a comfort that is fortunately never in short supply.
The water is, fortunately, boiling, and James distributes some of the rosehips to two mugs before carefully pouring in the water, something a little more difficult than usual to do steadily as he's also trying not to give away his shortness of breath.
Clearly, talking is the best way of going about this, and he remarks on Freddie's first response.]
My brother doesn't either. I can only imagine what he'd have to say on this matter.
[He misses William so much that he'd not just put up with his ranting, but would welcome it. And who knows, perhaps Williams's perspective would allow him to understand something about this entire situation that James doesn't, and at this point he'd take anything that could make sense of it.]
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The water is, fortunately, boiling, and James distributes some of the rosehips to two mugs before carefully pouring in the water, something a little more difficult than usual to do steadily as he's also trying not to give away his shortness of breath.
Clearly, talking is the best way of going about this, and he remarks on Freddie's first response.]
My brother doesn't either. I can only imagine what he'd have to say on this matter.
[He misses William so much that he'd not just put up with his ranting, but would welcome it. And who knows, perhaps Williams's perspective would allow him to understand something about this entire situation that James doesn't, and at this point he'd take anything that could make sense of it.]