[He isn't a fool, and after having lived for a small handful of years looking after the Earl, so close to the boy, it was impossible not to notice that as soon as he entered one room, Astre would make his excuses and exit soon after. It didn't worry him, not immediately. They'd had their moods and avoided each other for various reasons now and again; he put it to that, thinking perhaps the boy was in a mood or something harsh had been said or done somewhere. Even now, they sometimes would butt heads, but never in an explosive way, contrary to how they once had been.]
[Or how Astre had once been, in any case.]
[So he waited, giving the Earl patience and a chance to come around on his own and open up to what had been bothering him. In the end, that patience won out, and Astre would find him seated on a couch in the living room, reading something upon one of the ridiculous... okay, so the datapads were growing on him, but only out of necessity! Not because he liked them. He lifted his gaze from it, glancing over in the boy's direction.]
no subject
[Or how Astre had once been, in any case.]
[So he waited, giving the Earl patience and a chance to come around on his own and open up to what had been bothering him. In the end, that patience won out, and Astre would find him seated on a couch in the living room, reading something upon one of the ridiculous... okay, so the datapads were growing on him, but only out of necessity! Not because he liked them. He lifted his gaze from it, glancing over in the boy's direction.]
Here, milord.