[ Kaspar watches the flush calmly, stilling with the soft flannel beneath his fingers. His gloves are looped over his belt, leaving his clean hands bare. The reaction tears him between feeling bad and soaking in the new expression. He's not sure he could really look away, even if he wanted to while momentarily rooted to the spot. Kaspar is already pulling the flannel back away from van Zieks when he switches to Mr. Blumlund. It almost makes him feel like he's in trouble somehow.
He watches the other man leave, nodding in response without knowing what to say to help, while also openly curiously as he puts his arm through one flannel sleeve and then the other.
Leaving Kaspar alone with quickly cooling tea he feels he's ruined and nothing else to do is a dangerous thing. So, depending on how long van Zieks is gone will determine how far along he gets in putting on fresh tea, his old cup already escorted to the counter nearby. Kaspar doesn't button his flannel back up, using it doubled over as an oven mitt of sorts. Take too long and he will start looking for things to fix. And should van Zieks need even more of a break, Kaspar will move on to examining and trying if there's anything that might look like it needs help. ]
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He watches the other man leave, nodding in response without knowing what to say to help, while also openly curiously as he puts his arm through one flannel sleeve and then the other.
Leaving Kaspar alone with quickly cooling tea he feels he's ruined and nothing else to do is a dangerous thing. So, depending on how long van Zieks is gone will determine how far along he gets in putting on fresh tea, his old cup already escorted to the counter nearby. Kaspar doesn't button his flannel back up, using it doubled over as an oven mitt of sorts. Take too long and he will start looking for things to fix. And should van Zieks need even more of a break, Kaspar will move on to examining and trying if there's anything that might look like it needs help. ]