[ Kaspar nods again, in response, but he is quiet again as van Zieks spells out his thoughts with enviable ease. He stands straight to sip at his own tea before setting his little plate beside the seat opposite van Zieks.
With his tea cup in one hand, the free one lifts partway between them. After this morning, Kaspar hesitates just so, obvious in his want to be helpful in some way until the words come. Even if that way is to fuss over the other man's hair with an unashamed smile. ]
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With his tea cup in one hand, the free one lifts partway between them. After this morning, Kaspar hesitates just so, obvious in his want to be helpful in some way until the words come. Even if that way is to fuss over the other man's hair with an unashamed smile. ]
... May I?