[ Between the two of them, Harry's the can-opener. Kim doesn't have Harry's remarkable social skills for it or, indeed, much in the way of social skills outside of what he needs to get by in polite society at all. Harry has a supra-natural knack for it, to ask the right questions, apply the right pressure, threaten and cajole, wheedle and charm, a force that sucks you in and makes you want to tell him what he wants to know. Kim would make for a poor police officer indeed if he didn't know his own weakness in that respect.
But he has a different power of his own, albeit not one particularly helpful in most policework. He cannot make people talk, but there's something that encourages it. His expression, closed off as it is, is quietly kind, a gentleness to his small smile, rapt attention in eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses and in the near-permanent crease of his brow. It does not make people talk, but it reassures others that whatever they say, he will listen. ]
So you have a daughter and a son. [ Daniel must miss them terribly. Kim does not voice this thought aloud. Daniel is in no need of more reminders. ] They must both be in their teens now, yes? [ His eyes flit to the ring on Daniel's finger, then back to him. ] A handful, at that age, though I imagine having your wife around helps matters.
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[ Between the two of them, Harry's the can-opener. Kim doesn't have Harry's remarkable social skills for it or, indeed, much in the way of social skills outside of what he needs to get by in polite society at all. Harry has a supra-natural knack for it, to ask the right questions, apply the right pressure, threaten and cajole, wheedle and charm, a force that sucks you in and makes you want to tell him what he wants to know. Kim would make for a poor police officer indeed if he didn't know his own weakness in that respect.
But he has a different power of his own, albeit not one particularly helpful in most policework. He cannot make people talk, but there's something that encourages it. His expression, closed off as it is, is quietly kind, a gentleness to his small smile, rapt attention in eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses and in the near-permanent crease of his brow. It does not make people talk, but it reassures others that whatever they say, he will listen. ]
So you have a daughter and a son. [ Daniel must miss them terribly. Kim does not voice this thought aloud. Daniel is in no need of more reminders. ] They must both be in their teens now, yes? [ His eyes flit to the ring on Daniel's finger, then back to him. ] A handful, at that age, though I imagine having your wife around helps matters.