[He's not expecting anything further, and hearkening back to that has him looking at Wash directly again, not capable of the same penetrating gaze, nor would he issue it, but clearly paying attention to the words and giving them weight. His eyebrows knit together slightly, as to D'Artagnan, that was the most obvious conclusion, a hell and far from a party trick. He nods in acknowledgement of that statement. The offer to speak to him is taken an intended, about other things, things that he'd not meant to touch on perhaps, or hadn't meant to have connections with. In that, he can't see this meeting wasn't unhelpful even apart from the crux of it, in a way Wash might have gathered, D'Artagnan suspects, because he'd never been a man who could hide his feelings easily, and never had he felt something without some level of intensity to it.]
Of course. Know I offer that to you as well.
[The man doesn't seem he needs it, but if most people dismiss the harsher realities of his ability or what he's revealed of his past, it can't hurt to state he'd be similarly willing to listen.]
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Of course. Know I offer that to you as well.
[The man doesn't seem he needs it, but if most people dismiss the harsher realities of his ability or what he's revealed of his past, it can't hurt to state he'd be similarly willing to listen.]