At first, confusion; then, Benedict catches his meaning and laughs again.
“You should drink more water,” he advises— only twice, sheesh— “but there’s.”
He pauses, collects himself. This isn’t the most appropriate conversation to have in public, and Maker knows he wouldn’t want someone talking about his equipment so casually.
“There are other things,” he explains, gentling his tone, “I can… find you some books. If you like.”
To do or say more at the moment would be… it doesn’t feel right. Vlast is far from a child, but an innocence like his is a delicate thing, too easily upset by haste and carelessness.
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“You should drink more water,” he advises— only twice, sheesh— “but there’s.”
He pauses, collects himself. This isn’t the most appropriate conversation to have in public, and Maker knows he wouldn’t want someone talking about his equipment so casually.
“There are other things,” he explains, gentling his tone, “I can… find you some books. If you like.”
To do or say more at the moment would be… it doesn’t feel right. Vlast is far from a child, but an innocence like his is a delicate thing, too easily upset by haste and carelessness.
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"I doubt it could hurt," Vlast admits. "There are... many gaps in my understanding of people. I know this now."
He still doesn't get what his mother saw in mortals. Maybe he never will. But he's starting to see what questions he should have been asking.