[The approaching footsteps behind him do not go unnoticed, though he is unaware that he's blocking the path that the person wants to walk down; he registers the sound, but continues what he's doing, murmuring softly to himself, so as not to disturb anyone else. Well, specifically, whoever is coming up behind him. There's always the chance that the stranger (or so he's assuming) isn't religious and while he does not force his beliefs onto others, he feels these people deserve some sort of peace.
It's the sound of his name being spoken in a familiar voice that eventually makes him straighten up and turn to look over his shoulder after he's finished with his prayers. He wrinkles his nose in contemplation then breathes a sigh, sounding relieved, yet somewhat choked. Before he responds, Kurt clears his throat, drapes the rosary back around his neck and turns to face York with a barely there smile.]
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It's the sound of his name being spoken in a familiar voice that eventually makes him straighten up and turn to look over his shoulder after he's finished with his prayers. He wrinkles his nose in contemplation then breathes a sigh, sounding relieved, yet somewhat choked. Before he responds, Kurt clears his throat, drapes the rosary back around his neck and turns to face York with a barely there smile.]
Hallo, York.