"Thank you." Alfred moves past Crane, taking a seat on the edge of the couch rather than sitting all the way back. The character that he plays here is nervous, on edge, and would not feel at home in such an unfamiliar environment until Dr Crane was able to convince him of the safety of such a place. And this should be a safe place for people to be listened to and receive help, but Alfred knows better, even if the man he poses as doesn't.
"I'm sorry. How rude of me to not - Henry Quartermain." There's a moment where he teeters on the edge of the couch as if torn between standing and offering the other man his hand or not. In the end, he folds more into himself, but offers a hand uncertainly anyway. After all, it's only polite.
But polite or not, Henry isn't confident enough to directly meet Dr Crane's inquiring gaze, instead staring at a point on the wall just over the doctor's left shoulder.
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"I'm sorry. How rude of me to not - Henry Quartermain." There's a moment where he teeters on the edge of the couch as if torn between standing and offering the other man his hand or not. In the end, he folds more into himself, but offers a hand uncertainly anyway. After all, it's only polite.
But polite or not, Henry isn't confident enough to directly meet Dr Crane's inquiring gaze, instead staring at a point on the wall just over the doctor's left shoulder.