[ Kaspar nods slowly, taking another sip while his hands starts slow ministrations again. It's clearly more comforting than practical, though Kaspar instinctively keeps the attention light. On some level, he strives to stay within the other man's comfort, the line within which Kaspar suddenly feels he's been trusted with. There is no active calculation, just the attempt to be a good friend.
That is all he does at first, because the words are more difficult for him. It isn't always so much that he cannot find any words, but the correct ones. In these more fragile moments, it is even harder. He wants to sound sincere through the flurry of imagined betrayals. All of them make him sad to picture someone harming such a man of conviction.
Feeling makes it into his tone thickly, despite his brevity, because he can think of no words that can soothe this sort of thing. This isn't something to be fixed by making tea or tilling a field. ]
I'm sorry...
[ For the first time, Kaspar looks genuinely embarrased, fingers curling just a fraction. Arms length, just where he keeps most. But here van Zieks is, deceptively simple in a disarming way. He'll have to fix that part of his hair.
Kaspar's smile, a shade vulnerable when his gaze wanders out the window. ]
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That is all he does at first, because the words are more difficult for him. It isn't always so much that he cannot find any words, but the correct ones. In these more fragile moments, it is even harder. He wants to sound sincere through the flurry of imagined betrayals. All of them make him sad to picture someone harming such a man of conviction.
Feeling makes it into his tone thickly, despite his brevity, because he can think of no words that can soothe this sort of thing. This isn't something to be fixed by making tea or tilling a field. ]
I'm sorry...
[ For the first time, Kaspar looks genuinely embarrased, fingers curling just a fraction. Arms length, just where he keeps most. But here van Zieks is, deceptively simple in a disarming way. He'll have to fix that part of his hair.
Kaspar's smile, a shade vulnerable when his gaze wanders out the window. ]
But... I fear I cannot help but trust you.