[ It's just a different in dialect or diction or some word like that, but Ben's stomach does a little happy flip when this stranger he just met calls him friend. Pathetic? Maybe. Good thing he's never going to tell anyone! Eventually the thrill of people being able to hear him, and talking back to him, must wear off, right?
He is glad that it's not his particular presence causing a problem here, and happy that Kieran doesn't tell him to go. The horse is beautiful - somehow the glowing only enhances that, the subtle gradations in color in the luminous parts of her hair. Ben stays looking at her even as he hears, and sees from the corner of his eye, Kieran coming closer to him. ]
Ben Hargreeves.
[ And, moving slowly, he holds out a hand for Kieran to shake, tearing his eyes away from the horse long enough to look at him. He prompts Kieran for his name: ]
sorry this took so long!
He is glad that it's not his particular presence causing a problem here, and happy that Kieran doesn't tell him to go. The horse is beautiful - somehow the glowing only enhances that, the subtle gradations in color in the luminous parts of her hair. Ben stays looking at her even as he hears, and sees from the corner of his eye, Kieran coming closer to him. ]
Ben Hargreeves.
[ And, moving slowly, he holds out a hand for Kieran to shake, tearing his eyes away from the horse long enough to look at him. He prompts Kieran for his name: ]
Nice to meet you...?