Kaisel
His head hangs a bit when her oh, babe confirms every thought he'd been wringing out. It's always so obvious to her—the little things, what stays unsaid between the words, the complexities woven amid what otherwise seems simple. He's never felt completely obtuse about things, but in her company he is reminded of how often what he means somehow fails to truly land. Maybe in this scenario it always would have been unavoidable. Hearts aren't meant to stay whole.
"So you think I hurt her enough she'd..." his words fade off with a sigh as he lets his hand get drawn in. He allows the distraction to hold him for a moment, just focusing on the heat of her, on the steady strength still there in her grip even when she's just had to gather up pieces of herself again. She's well practiced at it, he supposes, which is a rather unfortunate skill to have. The char marks and the faintest scent of smoke he catches occasionally when she moves nearby is enough to keep the reality of the situation though, and his jaw works over the distaste of it all even as his fingers weave into hers.
He feels it then, the tension of bringing up the captain once more, and he hates its happened again, silly name or not. "Yeah," he says in low response back, trying to keep her gaze even as it drifts. He chooses not to press the point further. She knows well enough that just having a dad doesn't have to mean he's a good or substantial part of their life, not to mention countless other dads out there that have done even less. "I don't know," he admits carefully, but honestly. "I don't think I know anything about her, or that family, evidently. I never thought she'd be capable of...this." He'd mentioned Jack because he could definitely see the captain pulling this stunt, but saying as much doesn't seem helpful, and he figures Flora would find a way to defend him, the same way Kaisel finds himself wanting to defend Caly. Part of him just doesn't want to believe he'd have been so blind or careless, and the other part wants to believe better of her. That was always their problem though, too much being demanded of a connection that just started—he didn't know enough about Caly, and he couldn't even seen this coming.
"Forget I mentioned it, I don't have anything other than their birthday to go off anyway." The last thing he wants is her blaming herself more too. Better to make this more his fault, for what he made Caly feel. "Nothing can be reclaimed?" He wonders instead, of how badly burned it all is.
"So you think I hurt her enough she'd..." his words fade off with a sigh as he lets his hand get drawn in. He allows the distraction to hold him for a moment, just focusing on the heat of her, on the steady strength still there in her grip even when she's just had to gather up pieces of herself again. She's well practiced at it, he supposes, which is a rather unfortunate skill to have. The char marks and the faintest scent of smoke he catches occasionally when she moves nearby is enough to keep the reality of the situation though, and his jaw works over the distaste of it all even as his fingers weave into hers.
He feels it then, the tension of bringing up the captain once more, and he hates its happened again, silly name or not. "Yeah," he says in low response back, trying to keep her gaze even as it drifts. He chooses not to press the point further. She knows well enough that just having a dad doesn't have to mean he's a good or substantial part of their life, not to mention countless other dads out there that have done even less. "I don't know," he admits carefully, but honestly. "I don't think I know anything about her, or that family, evidently. I never thought she'd be capable of...this." He'd mentioned Jack because he could definitely see the captain pulling this stunt, but saying as much doesn't seem helpful, and he figures Flora would find a way to defend him, the same way Kaisel finds himself wanting to defend Caly. Part of him just doesn't want to believe he'd have been so blind or careless, and the other part wants to believe better of her. That was always their problem though, too much being demanded of a connection that just started—he didn't know enough about Caly, and he couldn't even seen this coming.
"Forget I mentioned it, I don't have anything other than their birthday to go off anyway." The last thing he wants is her blaming herself more too. Better to make this more his fault, for what he made Caly feel. "Nothing can be reclaimed?" He wonders instead, of how badly burned it all is.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
