[Hendrik looks up as Jasper walks back into view, blinking at the sight of him standing there in a way that ... really, he hasn't seen in a number of years. And, even back then, he did not look so clean and yet tired at the same time. Not so much impenetrably pristine but attractively real.
...He's focusing on strange things. Or maybe there's a part of him that is reluctant to relish anything pleasant about the appealing sight when the setting is so gloomy.
His eyes wander back to the sleeping baby, and he stands up so Jasper can pick up the bassinet.]
No. The rest of my post-mission briefings will be held tomorrow. Should anyone need me for something, it can wait.
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...He's focusing on strange things. Or maybe there's a part of him that is reluctant to relish anything pleasant about the appealing sight when the setting is so gloomy.
His eyes wander back to the sleeping baby, and he stands up so Jasper can pick up the bassinet.]
No. The rest of my post-mission briefings will be held tomorrow. Should anyone need me for something, it can wait.