[It's probably not fair to make the comparison to when they were children, given he was actually staying over and sleeping in Jasper's bed more often than not in those days. Such was the reality of getting used to sleeping with somebody nearby and relying on that to keep childhood fears at bay.
But if Jasper wanted to allude to that time, he wasn't about to argue the point.
He walks over to the cabinet and opens it up again, a little embarrassed to note that the set of wine goblets are basically at eye level for him. He must have been rather distracted wanting to warm up the milk for the baby.
Gathering two of the goblets and shutting the cabinet behind him, Hendrik walks over to hand Jasper one of them. He pauses, glancing at the space vacated by the table before pulling up one of the chairs to sit closer to the chaise.
Once seated, he finds himself scrounging for topics that do not fall into the "awkward" or "too late to be polite" categories.
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But if Jasper wanted to allude to that time, he wasn't about to argue the point.
He walks over to the cabinet and opens it up again, a little embarrassed to note that the set of wine goblets are basically at eye level for him. He must have been rather distracted wanting to warm up the milk for the baby.
Gathering two of the goblets and shutting the cabinet behind him, Hendrik walks over to hand Jasper one of them. He pauses, glancing at the space vacated by the table before pulling up one of the chairs to sit closer to the chaise.
Once seated, he finds himself scrounging for topics that do not fall into the "awkward" or "too late to be polite" categories.
He fails rather spectacularly.]
So ... er, how are you doing?