Caspar had never been a dumb man. He wasn’t necessarily always the best person to turn to when it came to other people, but he wasn’t oblivious to reading between the lines of what he was being told. So, yes, he had a hunch as to what Dominique was aiming for. However, there was nothing that came immediately to his mind. An expression of apology crossed his face as he shook his head. He turned his eyes away again to dry the last cup that had been handed to him.
“It’s always been necessary for me to be as self-sufficient as possible, and to live with very little. I’ve never needed much. It’s been a very long time since anyone has asked me if there was anything they could do for me…” He drifted off, placing that last cup back in its home in the cabinet. The small cloth was hung to dry itself afterwards. He hesitated to continue with the conversation, already wanting to retreat for the topic as soon as it had been brought up. But that wouldn’t really help the evening to be any less awkward. This was the person he had to share a bed with. “There’s nothing really, but I’ll let you know if there’s anything.”
He was trying. He really was. Gently folding his hands together, he decided to walk over and sit by the window. Still close enough to talk considering their apartment wasn’t really big. “Did you have any hobbies before…?” Before they were ripped out of their lives. Before they were married. He decided it best not to finish the question with anything, as more importantly he knew that he knew very little about the person he was supposed to be living with. “You know I’m not even sure yet what I’m supposed to call you,” he admitted with a frown.