[ Jamie is quiet. Patient. He'll let Claude take as long as he needs, stalling and all, just listening.
His fingers fidget on the table again for a moment with that confession, and this time it's purely from the urge to reach out and offer comfort. But he figures there might be a reason there's a table between them for this, so he stays on his side, drawing his legs up to cross beneath him and leaning a little harder onto the table. ]
no subject
His fingers fidget on the table again for a moment with that confession, and this time it's purely from the urge to reach out and offer comfort. But he figures there might be a reason there's a table between them for this, so he stays on his side, drawing his legs up to cross beneath him and leaning a little harder onto the table. ]
I'm sorry. [ Quiet and genuine. ] How long ago?