With a tug of each finger, Reynard slips off his gloves, tucking them into his belt while Caspar talks. The casual act helps buy him time to consider how he feel about all of this. Caspar being alive, and Caspar being... this. It was easier to have him as some faceless, ethereal love interest, a ghost of the past. Now... Now Reynard has to deal with him.

That last comment gets a low chuckle and his eyebrows bounce once. "I should hope so, after everything you put her through," he says before taking a sip of his own coffee. He sets it down again, winces, and huffs. "I can scarcely imagine how you'd apologise for how you left her... That must have been... Well." He smiles at Caspar again. "Quite the apology."