[If anything, that earns a glance. One sharp and stinging glare that conveys damage and pain. Jasper directs himself to stare at Hendrik's feet and scarcely knows what to think. He struggles to measure up and clenches the sheets, their differences a reminder of being left behind - in physical stature from an early age.]
I reckon you know the answer. You would hardly stand here otherwise.
[One hand itches to reach for his journal but curls in his lap. His trust low enough that he cannot imagine this man affording him privacy. How he must have poured over every sentence.]
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I reckon you know the answer. You would hardly stand here otherwise.
[One hand itches to reach for his journal but curls in his lap. His trust low enough that he cannot imagine this man affording him privacy. How he must have poured over every sentence.]