Jesper looks at him, brows raised and uncertain. That breath, small and afraid, is not what he'd expected. A slap maybe, a broken arm from that cane, but not a look that speaks to Jesper of fear.
"Are you going to talk about it? Or not talk about it? Your call."
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Date: 2016-09-02 10:31 pm (UTC)"Are you going to talk about it? Or not talk about it? Your call."