20.Jan.22, 04:53 AM
B’jin’s hand paused where he was fiddling with the scarf, and he gave T’ryn a pouting scowl. Then he sighed softly, and returned his hand to his lap, looking chagrined. He gave T’ryn an apologetic smile, which changed to an inviting one when T’ryn asked if he could stay. B’jin was more than happy to keep the company; though it was unlike to be so, he felt more isolated from his usual friends and company since the attack and his recovery. No one seemed to want to spend time with him, and for a socialite like B’jin, that was almost as painful as the loss of his voice.
B’jin leaned over, sweeping up the papers he’d been reading or tossed aside, and made a clear spot for T’ryn to seat himself. B’jin smiled warmly at his young companion, and offered him access to the papers, setting them between both of them, and then went back to what he had been doing originally, comparing the Star to what he knew, and the promise it made by appearing so close to them.
B’jin leaned over, sweeping up the papers he’d been reading or tossed aside, and made a clear spot for T’ryn to seat himself. B’jin smiled warmly at his young companion, and offered him access to the papers, setting them between both of them, and then went back to what he had been doing originally, comparing the Star to what he knew, and the promise it made by appearing so close to them.