[The way the silence stretches on as Jasper ponders the question makes Hendrik nervous, second-guessing his decision to ask a question -- and, well, to stay over at all. Strange how he can feel so nervous about something so innocuous. Somehow, the presence of the baby made him feel more comfortable about the situation, as if she was a ... buffer for...
A buffer for their lack of actual conversation in a handful of years.
Ah. There it is. There's the underlying reason why he suddenly feels nervous.]
Oh. I see.
[Nothing Jasper cared to share. That's how he interprets the answer.
He reaches for the wine bottle, set on the floor because of the lack of table, and half-fills his goblet.
...Maybe he should just ... rip off that bandage and get it out there.]
I, er, I feel as if I should apologize. For falling out of touch.
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A buffer for their lack of actual conversation in a handful of years.
Ah. There it is. There's the underlying reason why he suddenly feels nervous.]
Oh. I see.
[Nothing Jasper cared to share. That's how he interprets the answer.
He reaches for the wine bottle, set on the floor because of the lack of table, and half-fills his goblet.
...Maybe he should just ... rip off that bandage and get it out there.]
I, er, I feel as if I should apologize. For falling out of touch.