It was no surprise to Dr Wells that his nomadic childhood could have easily paved the way for the wandering philandery in his adult life.  Moving around the country was second nature for him, unlike how difficult it had been for Terrilee to uproot from home and family when she left for college at Northeastern University in the great bustling Metropolis of Boston.  Of course she had gotten used to it - in the early years mostly by burying herself in studies - but it had definitely been an adjustment.<br/><br/>His upbringing, as he presented it to her, was far unlike her own.  Her family had been unwaveringly stable - two loving parents, older brother, middle class home in the suburbs, piano lessons, girl scouts, youth soccer (that she was bad at).  As they say, not everyone is so lucky.<br/><br/>It was also understandable that he'd been through all of this type of scrutiny before and Calvin was either taking it all well, or putting on a show for the spotlight.  All of her training and experience in the field had made observing mannerisms automatic.  It was a habit that she found difficult to turn off even in her everyday life, to the point where sometimes it became annoying and she had to silently admonish herself.  Through it all, Calvin did not sit still, yet his movements appeared natural, not fidgety.  She typed a couple of quick notes into her laptop.<br/><br/>"Would you say she was a good mother?" she asked.