Yesterday, 06:58 PM
He hadn’t expected such an even keel response.
The reaction Jensen offered was not the immediate, predictable burst of anger Matías was accustomed to when his name was spoken. There was emotion on the man’s face, certainly, but it was a faint, continuous ripple of pain and conviction, like the gentle, almost imperceptible movement on the surface of deep water, not the turbulent, wave-gnashing anger that had defined the past years of his life. Jensen took the worst of Matías’s story and responded with sorrow and understanding.
Then came the quiet offer of healing. A hand, gloved against the Moscow cold, held out in the silence. Matías had encountered such an offer before at the Garden, and the incredible, visceral experience of the healer Morven. But this was different. Jensen was not just offering to help; he was also defending Jay, cushioning the blow of the revelation with the steadfast loyalty of a true friend.
Matías felt the distinct, intellectual curiosity that often superseded immediate fear. This man was a puzzle with too many interconnected pieces. The echo he had seen seconds ago, the swirling, layered possibilities of this quiet figure, returned with a sudden, sharper clarity.
Instead of brushing the offered healing aside, he extended his own hand toward Jensen, gloved fingers meeting gloved fingers.
“Matías Amengual,” he said, his own voice steady.
The reaction Jensen offered was not the immediate, predictable burst of anger Matías was accustomed to when his name was spoken. There was emotion on the man’s face, certainly, but it was a faint, continuous ripple of pain and conviction, like the gentle, almost imperceptible movement on the surface of deep water, not the turbulent, wave-gnashing anger that had defined the past years of his life. Jensen took the worst of Matías’s story and responded with sorrow and understanding.
Then came the quiet offer of healing. A hand, gloved against the Moscow cold, held out in the silence. Matías had encountered such an offer before at the Garden, and the incredible, visceral experience of the healer Morven. But this was different. Jensen was not just offering to help; he was also defending Jay, cushioning the blow of the revelation with the steadfast loyalty of a true friend.
Matías felt the distinct, intellectual curiosity that often superseded immediate fear. This man was a puzzle with too many interconnected pieces. The echo he had seen seconds ago, the swirling, layered possibilities of this quiet figure, returned with a sudden, sharper clarity.
Instead of brushing the offered healing aside, he extended his own hand toward Jensen, gloved fingers meeting gloved fingers.
“Matías Amengual,” he said, his own voice steady.
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