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Walter loved teaching.
She noticed that about him right away.
He seemed lucid, relaxed, animated, and completely in his element when he was giving a demonstration of some kind to explain his theory on the most recent weirdness to them in a way they could understand.
Complete with props.
Walter was so far above them all mentally to an astonishing degree – even now when he was diminished from what he had been before. (And Astrid can say that without feeling like she is slighting herself whatsoever.) But for someone who had so much going on his head (not all of which is linear), he seemed to adore talking things out.
Making metaphors and examples. Going off on tangents and getting lost in stories.
The others might get angry or frustrated and simply want him to hurry along to the point most of the time – and for good reason, their cases did tend to come absurdly down to the wire. But really, Astrid didn’t mind.
She had always enjoyed being a student.