Are you talking about the bruises, the grievous shin injuries, or both? [Spengler smirks.] I'm thankful you stuck with it, despite my stubbornness at the time.
[Egon was never one to do very much self-reflection. Why spend time thinking about your emotions when there was always the next experiment, the new and exciting and unknown? To bury yourself in your work, achieve complete and total understanding of the strange systems of the universe--or at least attempt it--that was the ultimate goal to be achieved. The only interest Egon ever had in analyzing his own feelings was through a scientific lens, how the synapses in the brain fired off based on certain stimulus, different chemicals and hormones intermingling with each other to create an amino acid soup.
Perhaps that was why it took him so long to realize how fortunate he was. His partners taught him one thing he couldn't learn on his own--how to slow down, how to stop and take a moment to enjoy the present. One of the many, uncountable things that he's grateful for. Things like dancing, singing, celebrating--things he dismissed as slightly interesting but trivial activities when he was younger revealed themselves to be innately human rituals. Anthropology--that's what it was. A new field of study he was eager to pour himself into.
Egon brushes a stray hair from Venkman's face before kissing him again, his glasses knocked slightly askew but not caring enough to fix them. He pulls away for a moment, studying Venkman's face. After a beat, he says quietly:]
Dr. Venkman, after several years of research, I do believe I have come to a stunning conclusion.
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[Egon was never one to do very much self-reflection. Why spend time thinking about your emotions when there was always the next experiment, the new and exciting and unknown? To bury yourself in your work, achieve complete and total understanding of the strange systems of the universe--or at least attempt it--that was the ultimate goal to be achieved. The only interest Egon ever had in analyzing his own feelings was through a scientific lens, how the synapses in the brain fired off based on certain stimulus, different chemicals and hormones intermingling with each other to create an amino acid soup.
Perhaps that was why it took him so long to realize how fortunate he was. His partners taught him one thing he couldn't learn on his own--how to slow down, how to stop and take a moment to enjoy the present. One of the many, uncountable things that he's grateful for. Things like dancing, singing, celebrating--things he dismissed as slightly interesting but trivial activities when he was younger revealed themselves to be innately human rituals. Anthropology--that's what it was. A new field of study he was eager to pour himself into.
Egon brushes a stray hair from Venkman's face before kissing him again, his glasses knocked slightly askew but not caring enough to fix them. He pulls away for a moment, studying Venkman's face. After a beat, he says quietly:]
Dr. Venkman, after several years of research, I do believe I have come to a stunning conclusion.