03-27-2024, 02:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2024, 02:02 AM by Jensen James.)
Jensen sensed Raffe’s reticence, and a wave of empathy washed over him. Observing the man, he couldn’t help but recall a younger individual he once counseled, one teetering on the brink of despair. The memory brought a somber note to his thoughts, as the pervasive sense of giving up struck Jensen square in the chest. If only he could heal hurts of the spirit as effortlessly as hurts of the body.
He shared a reassuring smile when Noemi caught his eye. Despite his reluctance to impose on those he barely knew, Jensen felt a compelling urge to reach out, but Kristian also seemed distraught.
As the event transitioned to the formal speeches, Jensen leaned in towards his new acquaintances with a low, gentle voice. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you both. If there’s ever anything I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask. I might be able to help.” His eyes, earnest and full of genuine concern, met theirs in a silent promise of support before he politely excused himself with a soft “Pardon me.”
He then sought out Kristian, finding him isolated on a terrace, a lone figure framed against the ornate beauty of the estate’s gardens. The night air carried a chill that promised snow and the distant murmur of the party. Jensen approached quietly, his footsteps soft against the flagstone.
Pausing to consider Kristian’s shadowy form, he felt a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Are you alright?” Jensen finally broke the silence.
He shared a reassuring smile when Noemi caught his eye. Despite his reluctance to impose on those he barely knew, Jensen felt a compelling urge to reach out, but Kristian also seemed distraught.
As the event transitioned to the formal speeches, Jensen leaned in towards his new acquaintances with a low, gentle voice. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you both. If there’s ever anything I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask. I might be able to help.” His eyes, earnest and full of genuine concern, met theirs in a silent promise of support before he politely excused himself with a soft “Pardon me.”
He then sought out Kristian, finding him isolated on a terrace, a lone figure framed against the ornate beauty of the estate’s gardens. The night air carried a chill that promised snow and the distant murmur of the party. Jensen approached quietly, his footsteps soft against the flagstone.
Pausing to consider Kristian’s shadowy form, he felt a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Are you alright?” Jensen finally broke the silence.