Something about that exhalation and its accompanying expression had struck a chord with Vandelin, reminding him of the way Kit had blanched the last time he was offered magical healing. It's a lifelong, well-practiced habit, quietly and carefully analyzing his conversation partners for any sign of discomfort or weakness. He'd just like to argue that it can be used to help as easily as harm.
"You've met him?" He sounds, at first, pleased about this unexpected development--and then, wondering when this meeting took place and what his cousin might potentially have said about him, slightly alarmed. Whether Vandelin can justify his own wartime actions or not, Myrobalan can paint a rather different picture of him than he wants a guy like Kit to see, and Van doesn't trust anymore that Myr won't do just that if given the chance.
"It can't hurt for me to tag along," he says, though in actuality, it very much could. "Not that I'm suggesting you can't follow a trail of glowing wall markers, but, you know. The more the merrier."
It's a complete misinterpretation of Vandelin's reasons for wanting to join Kit, but nevertheless, he finds himself smiling again, the expression warming his eyes. "Well, I don't mind the company," he replies. A little bold, holding his gaze like that for just half a second, before he clears his throat and shifts some of his weight back onto his crutch.
For all Vandelin's habit of reading all manner of deep and dire things into the slightest pause or glance, it does, at least, go both ways sometimes. He needs no encouragement to latch onto that lingering look, and a slow smile spreads over his face in return. Perhaps he'd been too quick after all to write off the potential for something.
He can (and will) worry about Myr's reaction once they meet up, but for now, there's no way he isn't coming with.
"Always happy to provide." He shuts his book with finality. "I'll see what I can do, then."
(It simultaneously starts to trigger the impulse in him to put a stop to this--what is he thinking, flirting like this, who does he think he is--but at least for the moment, he is able to wrangle that self-destructive thought into submission.)
"Lead the way, then," he invites, then follows in Vandelin's steps as they depart together.
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"You've met him?" He sounds, at first, pleased about this unexpected development--and then, wondering when this meeting took place and what his cousin might potentially have said about him, slightly alarmed. Whether Vandelin can justify his own wartime actions or not, Myrobalan can paint a rather different picture of him than he wants a guy like Kit to see, and Van doesn't trust anymore that Myr won't do just that if given the chance.
"It can't hurt for me to tag along," he says, though in actuality, it very much could. "Not that I'm suggesting you can't follow a trail of glowing wall markers, but, you know. The more the merrier."
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It's a complete misinterpretation of Vandelin's reasons for wanting to join Kit, but nevertheless, he finds himself smiling again, the expression warming his eyes. "Well, I don't mind the company," he replies. A little bold, holding his gaze like that for just half a second, before he clears his throat and shifts some of his weight back onto his crutch.
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He can (and will) worry about Myr's reaction once they meet up, but for now, there's no way he isn't coming with.
"Always happy to provide." He shuts his book with finality. "I'll see what I can do, then."
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(It simultaneously starts to trigger the impulse in him to put a stop to this--what is he thinking, flirting like this, who does he think he is--but at least for the moment, he is able to wrangle that self-destructive thought into submission.)
"Lead the way, then," he invites, then follows in Vandelin's steps as they depart together.