"Pray spare me the 'giggle I did it all to pull your chain' claim when you obviously did not," is the still-gentle, distracted response. "It is ever the fallback of the young and foolish trying to save face, and it is an ill-fitting coat for you to try to wear."
And distracted he is, for those little motes of light have begun to do their work again, a tiny glossy black pebble forming between his now-empty hands. It's really not certain how much he's paying attention, if at all, though nothing Kaleer says is interrupted, either by word, gesture or even a glance in his direction.
Silence could mean ignoring, or listening.
The only way to tell which is going on here is when Kaleer falls silent, and after a minute or so, one calloused hand rises to gesture in a way that could be taken as 'continue'.
Remembering names is a pain sometimes.
And distracted he is, for those little motes of light have begun to do their work again, a tiny glossy black pebble forming between his now-empty hands. It's really not certain how much he's paying attention, if at all, though nothing Kaleer says is interrupted, either by word, gesture or even a glance in his direction.
Silence could mean ignoring, or listening.
The only way to tell which is going on here is when Kaleer falls silent, and after a minute or so, one calloused hand rises to gesture in a way that could be taken as 'continue'.