[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/2jArSRj.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Camp Mexico Beach: (Inside Quarantine: W) Conference Room
[b]Skills:[/b] General Perception[/center][hr] 	When he spotted Ash finding a quiet spot, Victor looked back to the screen and enjoyed watching the remainder of the video, even if it was in a bittersweet way. He may not have known Thana or Gavin very well, but he had known their faces and to see them on media, in the world that was? It was something he could not help but feeling happy and sad over in equal measure. When Tati began to assault everyone's ears with the sound of shuffling the bookcase across the floor Victor turned and got himself up off of his knees. Bending over to dust them off a bit, he smiled as he watched his Little Bird protecting her family in whatever crazy, little way that she could. He felt a swelling of pride for Tatiana just then, she had grown so much and learned so much. It filled him with much warmth.

	Once she was done and everything had settled, Tati's feet poked out at the edge of the bookcase. Victor chuckled quietly to himself before making his way across to the bookshelf in question and he began searching through the books on hand. He made a point to make no noise and quickly looked so as to give them the privacy that they needed right then. He spotted the Dr Seuss [i]collection[/i] that was available and he beamed brightly, he'd always loved reading those to his children. He then spied a glint of faded gold on a few book spines and realised that these were the Golden books that were so popular in America. Victor had never taken time to read them as they were children's books, preferring to read Dr Seuss to his children when they were young, but Astrid had kept some in the infirmary for their younger patients back in Newnan. 

	Perhaps now was the time to read them, since he was unable to lose himself in a world, he could help another enjoy what he could not. Picking up "The Pokey Little Pup" Victor made his way over to where Jack was holding Jamie and gave him a smile. [color=khaki]"Well, while Mama and Uncle are busy, shall we entertain Monsieur Jamie?"[/color] Victor flipped open the book to the first page and raised an eyebrow. [color=khaki]"Five little puppies dug a hole under the fence and went for a walk in the wide, wide world... Puppies are afforded something we are not. Did not imagine when I awoke this morning zat I would be jealous of an illustrated litter of puppies!"[/color] He let out a laugh and looked back up to Jack. [color=khaki]"If you would rather read the book to your son I understand, I am not entirely sure 'e will properly understand my accent."[/color] It had been a long time since Victor had taken care of young children in anything other than a medical manner. He was never the best with children in general, except his own. He felt nothing but love for Jamie and would do anything and everything to protect him but he was abnormally aware of how the child wanted little to do with him. 

Of course, Victor did not fault the child for that, this world was strange enough as it is and Victor may have birthed him into this world, but Jamie had never known him and even if he [i]had[/i] he'd never have remembered him. He knew Tati was very particular with who could and could not hold him and he understood it. Truth be told, he did not trust himself to hold the child for fear of hurting him or dropping him. But he could read to him, if his parents would allow it. Anything to help occupy everyone's time, he'd be willing to try. He glanced over to the people gathering to play cards and he knew he couldn't join them. It reminded him too much of time spent with Ash and James during the occasional night of entertainment. It also reminded him of Richard and that was a path that he still hadn't travelled down, nor did he plan to do so. Back to the matter at hand, Victor checked that none of the pages were stuck together from misuse but it appeared to be well taken care of. Perhaps he'd eventually find one for himself to read. Maybe. His thoughts then shifted to that of another book he held dear, that of his flower pressings. He felt a pang in his chest, like he used to get when his cellular phone was not on his person but he shoved the thought away as much as he could but the discomfort was clear on his face. He would get it back when they were released.

The sound of the door opening pulled Victor back out of his own mind and he smiled as he saw Atticus, one of the residents that he knew and felt a small iota of favour for. When he ejected the tape Victor listened to the empty sounds that filled the room instead. Hopefully someone would pick something to play so that they did not all listen to them reading the "Pokey Little Puppy". At the declaration from Atticus that Alexander and Thalia would be getting their prosthetics today, his curiosity peeked out. He'd be very interested in seeing the final products. He loved medical science for what it could do to help those that needed it. Even if he didn't understand any of the engineering science that came alongside it, he knew what the end products could do and that was good enough for him.[hr]