Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2015 11:31:13 GMT -5
The tender way Sage touched the scars on his face made Kendrick feel... well, odd. It was hard to put into words the mixture of emotions broiling in the man's breast, though over-thinking and labeling such feelings would hardly be productive. Instead of trying to put his feelings into words, the quiet man just smiled, a sincere, honest smile, the kind that he rarely gave unless he was genuinely happy.
Kendrick wasn't sure if Sage had understood he was joking, but she teased him in response, so he thought she must understand he was being lighthearted about his question. Honestly, he was terrible at understanding people. Their motivations and their actions had always puzzled him to some degree, and he assumed this was because his brain was simply not hardwired to be socially adept. Not to mention the early trauma in his life had caused him enough distrust of people in general to become isolated, at least for some years following the incident. Sage's question earned a shake of the man's head and he smiled as he said, "I definitely don't read minds. Though..." Kendrick still felt where her hand had touched his skin, and he wondered if she had been thinking about them. People did tend to stare a lot, and he was used to being asked how he got them. Some people expected a heroic story of him jumping in front of his brother to save his life, or battling some assassins or other. The truth was much less heroic, and much more painful. Kendrick usually preferred to let people speculate, and he never offered the truth himself. Sometimes his family offered the simple explanation––a childhood accident. But even they knew very little about the events that had caused Kendrick's scars, and his hesitation with people in general.
Sage Gardiner
Kendrick wasn't sure if Sage had understood he was joking, but she teased him in response, so he thought she must understand he was being lighthearted about his question. Honestly, he was terrible at understanding people. Their motivations and their actions had always puzzled him to some degree, and he assumed this was because his brain was simply not hardwired to be socially adept. Not to mention the early trauma in his life had caused him enough distrust of people in general to become isolated, at least for some years following the incident. Sage's question earned a shake of the man's head and he smiled as he said, "I definitely don't read minds. Though..." Kendrick still felt where her hand had touched his skin, and he wondered if she had been thinking about them. People did tend to stare a lot, and he was used to being asked how he got them. Some people expected a heroic story of him jumping in front of his brother to save his life, or battling some assassins or other. The truth was much less heroic, and much more painful. Kendrick usually preferred to let people speculate, and he never offered the truth himself. Sometimes his family offered the simple explanation––a childhood accident. But even they knew very little about the events that had caused Kendrick's scars, and his hesitation with people in general.
Sage Gardiner