[Kieran's pretty good at reading subtle cues through body language and underlying vocal tones. It's part of what makes him good with horses and part of how he's managed to make it to his early 20s despite being surrounded by angry outlaws. His keen intuition doesn't cover all aspects of his fellow humans' condition, though, so he can't really tell that Ben's stomach is happily flipping at the implication of his words.]
[Frankly, if he could tell? He wouldn't judge the guy at all. He can't, not when if someone were to show him even an iota of that kindness, he would've reacted the same exact way.]
Kieran Duffy.
[His grip isn't strong, but it's there as he pulls his hand away, palms rough but warm.]
Pleasure's mine, Ben.
[He grins and motions his head towards the horse, still not making eye contact with her as she settles down in the presence of these two strangers.]
no worries!
[Frankly, if he could tell? He wouldn't judge the guy at all. He can't, not when if someone were to show him even an iota of that kindness, he would've reacted the same exact way.]
Kieran Duffy.
[His grip isn't strong, but it's there as he pulls his hand away, palms rough but warm.]
Pleasure's mine, Ben.
[He grins and motions his head towards the horse, still not making eye contact with her as she settles down in the presence of these two strangers.]
So, yer a city boy, then?