[Despite the continued business happening all around them, his focus remained mostly on Richard who was still so close. This was a relatively friendly places to eat and socialize, so he currently wasn't worry about being back-stabbed. It wasn't even certain he understood the situation in the first place. That would take pondering later.
Yet, his gaze sharpened and was drawn away from the scarred flesh of Richard's wrist when he noted the colour draining from the younger man's face. He knew that look. He was intimately familiar with dissociation, with voices and the effect it had on a person. His daughter had been suffering from them for years, so he had become keyed in on the signs.
When Richard looked away, he waited calmly and yet also couldn't help but return his grip lightly to Richard's scarred wrist. He leaned forward in his chair, crowding their faces together so he was the person to focus on rather than whatever images or voices were plaguing the King.]
Richard, look at me, hmm? Whatever haunts you right now, set it aside if you can, and if not, we can ride it out together. I understand what you are enduring.
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Yet, his gaze sharpened and was drawn away from the scarred flesh of Richard's wrist when he noted the colour draining from the younger man's face. He knew that look. He was intimately familiar with dissociation, with voices and the effect it had on a person. His daughter had been suffering from them for years, so he had become keyed in on the signs.
When Richard looked away, he waited calmly and yet also couldn't help but return his grip lightly to Richard's scarred wrist. He leaned forward in his chair, crowding their faces together so he was the person to focus on rather than whatever images or voices were plaguing the King.]
Richard, look at me, hmm? Whatever haunts you right now, set it aside if you can, and if not, we can ride it out together. I understand what you are enduring.