[ Kaspar sighs, so soft it's barely an exhale save for its length. His gaze lingers on his hands, fingers pressing into fabric slightly. With finality, he adjusts the waistcoat before hands and eyes all retreat from the other man. Half empty tea cup, still warm, all but forgotten on the plate across from van Zieks beckons him. Yet he doesn't step away. His hands slide to clasp behind his back like usual.
This isn't a conversation he's had before, outside the love he found once. Even then, they never concerned themselves with much beyond their tender feelings for one another. Of course, there were always what the doctrines had to say on the matter. They echo in his mind even now, but Kaspar hadn't been able to keep them perfectly even when he'd actually believed in them. Only here, had he truly come to understand that he had more interest in women than he'd originally thought back home. Perhaps it was the resentment from lack of choice, or his lack of experience with them alone. There is no point in fretting over it now.
His smile is more contented than before. Humor, blending with sincerity. ]
Would it? I'm afraid, I haven't done the calculations.
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This isn't a conversation he's had before, outside the love he found once. Even then, they never concerned themselves with much beyond their tender feelings for one another. Of course, there were always what the doctrines had to say on the matter. They echo in his mind even now, but Kaspar hadn't been able to keep them perfectly even when he'd actually believed in them. Only here, had he truly come to understand that he had more interest in women than he'd originally thought back home. Perhaps it was the resentment from lack of choice, or his lack of experience with them alone. There is no point in fretting over it now.
His smile is more contented than before. Humor, blending with sincerity. ]
Would it? I'm afraid, I haven't done the calculations.