[ First being just the two of them was good and now... it seems as though it isn't?
Kaspar finds it all a bit puzzling. The puzzle keeps him from feeling ignored now, though he will remember the feeling later. He was used to it, not being taken seriously or being misunderstood, though not quite as used to it after saying quite so much. It is a raw feeling, an unfortunate fabric choice on a hot day. At least, it isn't an active thought. But he doesn't believe van Zieks is keeping anything he said in mind at all, and part of him feels silly for saying so much or for hoping for anything more than that. In his own brand of stubbornness, his attention drifts now that van Zieks' has. Quieter, but still not uncomfortably so despite his clear verbal retreat, he still offers politely-- ]
... Tea?
[ No matter his answer, there is silence that follows from Kaspar, as he moves inside and leaves his guest to his own devices in the run down farm house. On the way by the table, Kaspar pulls out a dining chair for him, but he seems determined to calmly make it to the kitchen. Not that the open plan affords him more than illusionary privacy once he makes it there and distracts himself with tea and pancakes.
On instinct, he will make a cup and a plate for van Zieks because he does not feel like asking any more questions. ]
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Kaspar finds it all a bit puzzling. The puzzle keeps him from feeling ignored now, though he will remember the feeling later. He was used to it, not being taken seriously or being misunderstood, though not quite as used to it after saying quite so much. It is a raw feeling, an unfortunate fabric choice on a hot day. At least, it isn't an active thought. But he doesn't believe van Zieks is keeping anything he said in mind at all, and part of him feels silly for saying so much or for hoping for anything more than that. In his own brand of stubbornness, his attention drifts now that van Zieks' has. Quieter, but still not uncomfortably so despite his clear verbal retreat, he still offers politely-- ]
... Tea?
[ No matter his answer, there is silence that follows from Kaspar, as he moves inside and leaves his guest to his own devices in the run down farm house. On the way by the table, Kaspar pulls out a dining chair for him, but he seems determined to calmly make it to the kitchen. Not that the open plan affords him more than illusionary privacy once he makes it there and distracts himself with tea and pancakes.
On instinct, he will make a cup and a plate for van Zieks because he does not feel like asking any more questions. ]