[ Kaspar notices, but is just as patient as others must be for him to find words. He doesn't search now, watching the process with curious interest.
He was less interested in the answer than getting to know the other man, not that it quells his curiosity over it. Steinbeck will tell him or he won't, it would hardly change the person he sees illuminated in the now flickering warmth of the fire. His own glow lessens in the face of another light source, though it ends up warming the faint glow with oranges and reds. He hums softly, unable to deny the similarities, but similarly unwilling to label Groscia nasty. Despite its trespasses against his liberty or his unwillingness to return, it was home and there was still beauty underneath the regime and the blood.
Instead, Kaspar lets his body fall back to being seated cross legged, gesturing to the space beside him. Time to change the subject. ]
no subject
He was less interested in the answer than getting to know the other man, not that it quells his curiosity over it. Steinbeck will tell him or he won't, it would hardly change the person he sees illuminated in the now flickering warmth of the fire. His own glow lessens in the face of another light source, though it ends up warming the faint glow with oranges and reds. He hums softly, unable to deny the similarities, but similarly unwilling to label Groscia nasty. Despite its trespasses against his liberty or his unwillingness to return, it was home and there was still beauty underneath the regime and the blood.
Instead, Kaspar lets his body fall back to being seated cross legged, gesturing to the space beside him. Time to change the subject. ]
... Hungry?