"You literally said two minutes ago that you've been in denial about his true nature, and you're still doing it," Caspar replies. "Yeah, you're going to have to do a lot of questioning, welcome to the goddamn club."
It'd be way too easy to slide into a rant about humans and their assumptions, but a glance at Tamminy and he stifles it. The petite scientist reminds him of Adia and what she'd say if she were here. So he tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves again and drops it. Once he sees his girl he forgets what he's going to say anyway, concerned about how she's doing.
Adia looks up when Tamminy approaches. Some color has returned to her face, and though it's obvious she's been crying, she's already wiped her eyes dry. “O-oh,” she says in response to the question. “S-sure, one second…” Princess hops off her lap so that she can pull her PINpoint out of her pocket and bring up Isidor’s contact information. “Here you go… I, um… no, I haven’t seen him…”
Caspar sits down on her other side. “Hey, baby,” he says, taking her hand, and this time she doesn’t pull away, turning into his side instead like a lost child. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and murmurs an apology, but he doesn’t have to say anything. She can feel his guilt as easily as the warmth of his embrace.
She draws in a deep breath and pulls herself together. As wounded as she is by Reynard’s behavior, this isn’t about her. This is about Anna… poor Anna… and Lawrence, too.
“I’m so sorry,” she says to Lawrence. “What Reynard did to Anna. It’s inexcusable.” And then she unconsciously tenses, because she realizes she hasn’t heard the rest of the story yet, and… and what if Harrowheart did something even worse?
Catching onto her worry, Caspar glances at Lawrence and then gestures aggressively to the bench. Hey, sit down, Achy McRibs. You’re the whole reason they’re here. He even gets up so that the man will have room, kneeling in front of Adia as if he’s about to propose. “Give me a minute to catch her up to speed?”
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It'd be way too easy to slide into a rant about humans and their assumptions, but a glance at Tamminy and he stifles it. The petite scientist reminds him of Adia and what she'd say if she were here. So he tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves again and drops it. Once he sees his girl he forgets what he's going to say anyway, concerned about how she's doing.
Adia looks up when Tamminy approaches. Some color has returned to her face, and though it's obvious she's been crying, she's already wiped her eyes dry. “O-oh,” she says in response to the question. “S-sure, one second…” Princess hops off her lap so that she can pull her PINpoint out of her pocket and bring up Isidor’s contact information. “Here you go… I, um… no, I haven’t seen him…”
Caspar sits down on her other side. “Hey, baby,” he says, taking her hand, and this time she doesn’t pull away, turning into his side instead like a lost child. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and murmurs an apology, but he doesn’t have to say anything. She can feel his guilt as easily as the warmth of his embrace.
She draws in a deep breath and pulls herself together. As wounded as she is by Reynard’s behavior, this isn’t about her. This is about Anna… poor Anna… and Lawrence, too.
“I’m so sorry,” she says to Lawrence. “What Reynard did to Anna. It’s inexcusable.” And then she unconsciously tenses, because she realizes she hasn’t heard the rest of the story yet, and… and what if Harrowheart did something even worse?
Catching onto her worry, Caspar glances at Lawrence and then gestures aggressively to the bench. Hey, sit down, Achy McRibs. You’re the whole reason they’re here. He even gets up so that the man will have room, kneeling in front of Adia as if he’s about to propose. “Give me a minute to catch her up to speed?”