[ Which he'd done, when Claude started to speak again after a long moment of silence. Which Sylvain was trying not to let make him nervous about what the other's response would be. What he gets... isn't quite what he expects as he watches Claude stretch out on the mossy ground and indicate the area around him. And his lap.
Which really would have warranted something innuendo-laden, but his heart's really not in it right now. Which is probably a bad sign, now that he thinks about it.
He'd rather not think about it, actually.
He's not quite sure he's up to stretching out - that feels too vulnerable right now. Not because of Claude, but everything else instead. But he does sink back down beside the other man once more, slumping slightly, but letting his shoulder bump against Claude's as he settles. ]
This is really not how I expected our day to end up.
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Which really would have warranted something innuendo-laden, but his heart's really not in it right now. Which is probably a bad sign, now that he thinks about it.
He'd rather not think about it, actually.
He's not quite sure he's up to stretching out - that feels too vulnerable right now. Not because of Claude, but everything else instead. But he does sink back down beside the other man once more, slumping slightly, but letting his shoulder bump against Claude's as he settles. ]
This is really not how I expected our day to end up.