At the reassurance, Harry makes a face, looking as though he'd eaten something sour.
"Haven't heard that name since--- too long. My mother, maybe...? No, no, it's..." He trails off, briefly distracted, but tries to straighten his head on his shoulders. "Just Harry, or--- du Bois if we want to do... property." (He meant to say "propriety," but the slurring thoroughly botched that for him.)
When the water is offered, he takes it, and takes a drink. It's cold, harsh, but stops the swaying of the world from being quite so drastic. He's not sobered up, but it's a very helpful start.
"The song? Classic," He gestures with his both hands at classic, spilling a bit of water, but a grin spreads across his face. "Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns. It usually has these... these beautiful sweeping strings, and..."
He tries to recall, but clearly struggles to. The trouble remembering leaves him looking a bit perturbed. He tries to shove past it.
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"Haven't heard that name since--- too long. My mother, maybe...? No, no, it's..." He trails off, briefly distracted, but tries to straighten his head on his shoulders. "Just Harry, or--- du Bois if we want to do... property." (He meant to say "propriety," but the slurring thoroughly botched that for him.)
When the water is offered, he takes it, and takes a drink. It's cold, harsh, but stops the swaying of the world from being quite so drastic. He's not sobered up, but it's a very helpful start.
"The song? Classic," He gestures with his both hands at classic, spilling a bit of water, but a grin spreads across his face. "Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns. It usually has these... these beautiful sweeping strings, and..."
He tries to recall, but clearly struggles to. The trouble remembering leaves him looking a bit perturbed. He tries to shove past it.
"Do you sing, doctor?"