HARPER
Harper's head bobs in acquiescence, perhaps still a little flustered with how the motion jitters and bounces a tad too much. "Thank you, I'm just...very unaccustomed to such kindness." It's hard to untangle his tongue to admit such a thing, still feeling wrong-footed and humbled in the man's chilled presence. Aware of his own interloper status. Beggar, if he would be frank.
At the man's warning Harper gives a hum of acceptance, going still as a hand descends on his shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief as pain he hadn't even realized was still lingering dissipates slowly. He doesn't realize he has closed his eyes until they blink open, and moments later is hopping up to follow after Loren as the other man strides down the grand halls. Though he had worried over asking such a blunt question to a man he scarcely knows, the terse answer still makes his heart ache anew. Too empathetic for his own good. He lets silence reign for a few moments, always one to mull over an answer before speaking it if only for the sake of sincerity. "I'm sure you've heard 'I'm sorry' enough times to be sick of it...but I am sorry to hear that." His voice goes soft, scarcely enough to be heard as he wonders what all the man has endured lately to answer in such a way. "Would you...maybe like some company, while you cook? Or would you prefer privacy for now?" The words tumble out without his permission, but he can't just not do anything. Harper knows everyone copes in different ways, will respect whatever the Summoner asks, but as he trails along behind the other man he hopes that maybe he can pay back this kindness in some small way.
At the man's warning Harper gives a hum of acceptance, going still as a hand descends on his shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief as pain he hadn't even realized was still lingering dissipates slowly. He doesn't realize he has closed his eyes until they blink open, and moments later is hopping up to follow after Loren as the other man strides down the grand halls. Though he had worried over asking such a blunt question to a man he scarcely knows, the terse answer still makes his heart ache anew. Too empathetic for his own good. He lets silence reign for a few moments, always one to mull over an answer before speaking it if only for the sake of sincerity. "I'm sure you've heard 'I'm sorry' enough times to be sick of it...but I am sorry to hear that." His voice goes soft, scarcely enough to be heard as he wonders what all the man has endured lately to answer in such a way. "Would you...maybe like some company, while you cook? Or would you prefer privacy for now?" The words tumble out without his permission, but he can't just not do anything. Harper knows everyone copes in different ways, will respect whatever the Summoner asks, but as he trails along behind the other man he hopes that maybe he can pay back this kindness in some small way.
and I was thrashing on the line
somewhere between desperate and divine
somewhere between desperate and divine
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
