[ In fact, he does notice that, because she may notice that his eyes are lingering on all the aquatic paintings... He's smiling faintly at she talks about her brother, rather wistful-like, being an only child of a single parent, himself; but his brow is a little tugged by the paintings of water as they come across what seems to be a short series. He's glancing at them a bit nervously as they walk along, feeling faint flicks of water against his cheeks when he leans in too close to one, which he very quickly wipes dry with the edge of his cloak, taking a wide step farther away. His eyes linger on a strangely mesmerizing painting next as he speaks, leaving his voice a little distant and distracted, but not enough to really take him off-course. ]
We didn't have this holiday where I'm from... All of this is new to me... I never—
[ His train of thought is interrupted, though, as one painting in particular stops him in his tracks, entranced, completely the opposite reaction to Della's avoidance of the aquatic scenes. ]
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We didn't have this holiday where I'm from... All of this is new to me... I never—
[ His train of thought is interrupted, though, as one painting in particular stops him in his tracks, entranced, completely the opposite reaction to Della's avoidance of the aquatic scenes. ]
Woah...~! Look...!