[There is so much more than he expects to hear coming forth, now. That Faith is such a trigger, such a telling strand in Isaac's story is something of a surprise- and then again considering all that had been said of his god in the time he's known the forgemaster, he truly should not be so. Such a lack of faith, a loathing or disappointment in one's creator had been hinted at in barbs and twists and less than subtle irreverence, in innuendo and wanton blasphemy since he'd met Isaac. But that he had been let down so keenly explained much of what he'd come to see in the man.
And a small part of him fears becoming equally twisted and bitter. While he'll not begrudge Isaac feeling that way it is not how he wished to live.
For a long moment he's quiet, sorting his thoughts before reaching out. It's an odd gesture, letting his fingertips alight on Isaac's cheek for a moment. Barely a moment. The lightest graze of calloused palm against smooth pale skin before he lets his hand drop back down to his lap. Confirmation of company. Of Camaraderie. of Commiseration. ]
Re: action [warning for religious irreverence and one bit of gruesome imagery.]
And a small part of him fears becoming equally twisted and bitter. While he'll not begrudge Isaac feeling that way it is not how he wished to live.
For a long moment he's quiet, sorting his thoughts before reaching out. It's an odd gesture, letting his fingertips alight on Isaac's cheek for a moment. Barely a moment. The lightest graze of calloused palm against smooth pale skin before he lets his hand drop back down to his lap. Confirmation of company. Of Camaraderie. of Commiseration. ]