[Ferran picks up his cup and takes a long sip of his tea, thoroughly distracted by the promise of a refreshing meal after the morning he's had. He's right in the middle of that sip when Karin's words register in relation to him, and he blinks faintly, finally noticing the intensity of her stare.
He never got to the "meeting the family" point with any of his relationships, at least not in a "how are you treating my daughter" way, so this is new territory. He swallows his tea, taking advantage of his emotional exhaustion to quash any awkwardness he might feel. Well, most of it—he ends up avoiding her gaze.]
Uh, what sort of person... would you consider well-suited?
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Right.
[Ferran picks up his cup and takes a long sip of his tea, thoroughly distracted by the promise of a refreshing meal after the morning he's had. He's right in the middle of that sip when Karin's words register in relation to him, and he blinks faintly, finally noticing the intensity of her stare.
He never got to the "meeting the family" point with any of his relationships, at least not in a "how are you treating my daughter" way, so this is new territory. He swallows his tea, taking advantage of his emotional exhaustion to quash any awkwardness he might feel. Well, most of it—he ends up avoiding her gaze.]
Uh, what sort of person... would you consider well-suited?
[They're kind of past "potential" at this point.]