[Jasper crosses a leg as he finds himself fretting over thoughts of future conversation. Hendrik had deflected the brunt of his feelings in favour of acknowledging them today. Truth be told, he would rather acknowledge nothing at all.
Upon reflection, he recognises the need to nip the issue before it becomes a problem. The frown curling his lips twitches as his leg crosses below his knee. The first sign of his worry is the way his fingers curl around the edges of his book, lain gently upon his thigh.]
no subject
Upon reflection, he recognises the need to nip the issue before it becomes a problem. The frown curling his lips twitches as his leg crosses below his knee. The first sign of his worry is the way his fingers curl around the edges of his book, lain gently upon his thigh.]
The hour is a bit late, is it not?
[A slow, steady start. Nothing fancy.]