a place to rest

HARPER

Harper holds up his hands - or rather, his one good hand and the fingers of his other - in capitulation to the insult he has apparently given her. An apologetic expression crosses his face. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend. I'm twenty-five, and even nineteen seems so young. Experience aside, because I certainly felt the same at nineteen, in my world it's barely considered an adult." Nineteen was a year out of highschool depending on your birthday. Nineteen was...well, young no matter how he looked at it. He can't speak to how much she has seen or experienced in those nineteen years, but the six between them had been full of plenty of maturation for himself. "I had seen and done far too many terrible things at nineteen. Six years was still a long time to experience more." He still doesn't mean to offend, drawn more into his own thoughts than anything else. Remembering that year of his life.

"Two days is an awful long time, I'm gonna get stir crazy. You'll have to deal with my antics, doc," he admits with a boyish grin, happy to focus on lighter topics after the faux pas he'd committed. But he files away the information she provides, humming softly and nodding along as she speaks. "It's definitely an impressive, painful process. I'm sure they're lucky to have you help them through it." Harper can't imagine the trials of pregnancy, much less birth. He deeply respects women that go through with it, but would certainly not involve himself in midwifery. Too much screaming, in his opinion.

some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free