[ Relief is immediate when Trahearne touches his back, as if that alone is enough to ease at least some of the tension on its own. It presses a soft sigh from him as his muscles relax beneath cool fingers and cloth.
Whether Kaspar wants to hear it or not, he does. He tenses beneath the other's hand at the anger in that tone, relaxing again almost as quickly. His actual feelings on that advice, however, are ambiguous in his silence. Kaspar does not move or look away from the figure in his hands for long moments.
But, he eventually rises. Only to lean heavily onto Trahearne with one shoulder, boneless as his head falls back onto the blanket tossed over the back of the couch. Kaspar's grey eyes are surprisingly clear, tired but far less cold, as they settle on Trahearne. ]
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Whether Kaspar wants to hear it or not, he does. He tenses beneath the other's hand at the anger in that tone, relaxing again almost as quickly. His actual feelings on that advice, however, are ambiguous in his silence. Kaspar does not move or look away from the figure in his hands for long moments.
But, he eventually rises. Only to lean heavily onto Trahearne with one shoulder, boneless as his head falls back onto the blanket tossed over the back of the couch. Kaspar's grey eyes are surprisingly clear, tired but far less cold, as they settle on Trahearne. ]
... how did you hope yours might go?