He grins at the snort of laughter, though it fades a little at the glance and change of tone. Vandelin doesn't owe him anything, but he hadn't thought the elf was deliberately hiding his background until now. The thought gets pushed back. Maybe he's misread their friendship, maybe he hasn't, but it doesn't matter at the moment. He's here to try to help Vandelin's mental state, hence the cat.
"They may well figure it out," Anders says as he tries to return his smile to where it was. It's close, at least. "I'll leave you to bond with him, and you can call me on the crystals if you've any questions at all. I'm glad to help with cats."
He half-turns and pauses, looking back at Vandelin. "And if... If you ever want to talk, you can call me as well, you know."
Friends, Vandelin thinks, are well and good, but they don't need to know things about you, like how your uncle died or how you still feel about it, or indeed, how you feel about anything. Friends are people you help out when you want to be magnanimous, whom you can trust with your politics, from whom you can in theory seek help but should really try your best not to. Inasmuch as Vandelin even knows what a friend is, he thinks of Anders as one of the closest. It would mystify him that Anders would think otherwise.
"Of course," he says, and his appreciation is truly sincere. As the offer of company that it is, it warms him, and he has no desire to reject it. "I'll try not to bother you too often when he does something cute. But I'll let you know once I've decided on a name."
"As if I'd have any objections to hearing about a cat doing something cute. Please call me as often as you'd like with stories of his antics, Vandelin." And with another flash of a smile, Anders is headed out. How much he matters to Vandelin is beside the point right now - the cat seems to already be doing the trick and Anders will take comfort in that.
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"They may well figure it out," Anders says as he tries to return his smile to where it was. It's close, at least. "I'll leave you to bond with him, and you can call me on the crystals if you've any questions at all. I'm glad to help with cats."
He half-turns and pauses, looking back at Vandelin. "And if... If you ever want to talk, you can call me as well, you know."
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"Of course," he says, and his appreciation is truly sincere. As the offer of company that it is, it warms him, and he has no desire to reject it. "I'll try not to bother you too often when he does something cute. But I'll let you know once I've decided on a name."
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"As if I'd have any objections to hearing about a cat doing something cute. Please call me as often as you'd like with stories of his antics, Vandelin." And with another flash of a smile, Anders is headed out. How much he matters to Vandelin is beside the point right now - the cat seems to already be doing the trick and Anders will take comfort in that.