[ Kaspar notices the little things, the physical far more than the verbal, so it isn't until he leans in ever so slightly that Kaspar's touch turns ever so slightly more affectionate as he goes about reaching his goal. He tilts his head to the side, considering how van Zieks looks with it brushed this way or that. He didn't mean forced marriage, furrowing slightly when curiosity overtakes any thought of clarifying. ]
... do you, not believe in love, then?
[ But the final comment pulls his gaze directly to the other man's face and stills his hand. Kaspar presses his warm and reassuring palm against his friend's head while he shakes his own no, because-- ]
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... do you, not believe in love, then?
[ But the final comment pulls his gaze directly to the other man's face and stills his hand. Kaspar presses his warm and reassuring palm against his friend's head while he shakes his own no, because-- ]
There is nothing for me, to forgive.