[ He smiles, though his eyes stay fixed on the scene in front of him. Not quite as unaffacted as he pretends to be; he doesn't blink, not once. Richars is informing him - voice level and calm, smoothing the sleeve of the boy's shirt, that this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been playing music so loudly. It's a rather clumsy bit of gaslighting, but Richars himself is young yet; it's a skill that he'll develop nicely over time. ]
I don't know that I've earned such indulgence, my dear Dutch.
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[ He smiles, though his eyes stay fixed on the scene in front of him. Not quite as unaffacted as he pretends to be; he doesn't blink, not once. Richars is informing him - voice level and calm, smoothing the sleeve of the boy's shirt, that this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been playing music so loudly. It's a rather clumsy bit of gaslighting, but Richars himself is young yet; it's a skill that he'll develop nicely over time. ]
I don't know that I've earned such indulgence, my dear Dutch.