[With one hand gripping his chair and another pushing off the table, Jasper forces himself to concentrate on his old friend. Putting his feelings aside; attempting to find a way to communicate. He glances towards his feet out of worry of starting something new. It is a challenge he cannot research or fathom. He inhales deep and hopes it might quell his nerves - or at least force them to settle.
Running out of time, he decides to worry later. He hardly protests as they walk side by side, choosing to say nothing more. First the security of the door. Next the freedom of the corridor. Three minutes to find a quiet courtyard. His body visibly relaxes and he sits upon the iron bench, resting his arm along the back. Regal fingers slide across his knee and resist the urge to fret.
He tightens his hold and settles his lips into a line. Here he is, sitting in silence when Hendrik had wanted them to continue talking.]
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Running out of time, he decides to worry later. He hardly protests as they walk side by side, choosing to say nothing more. First the security of the door. Next the freedom of the corridor. Three minutes to find a quiet courtyard. His body visibly relaxes and he sits upon the iron bench, resting his arm along the back. Regal fingers slide across his knee and resist the urge to fret.
He tightens his hold and settles his lips into a line. Here he is, sitting in silence when Hendrik had wanted them to continue talking.]
Do you feel like continuing?