Because the obvious answer is that both are terrible, I know.
[ Right? Right? He's just going to speak for both of them since no other answer's acceptable anyway as his intentionally pained tone of voice like Sylvain's wounded him greatly. For fun, of course, though when Sylvain doesn't seem to immediately volunteer some comeback Claude does eye the other from the corner of his eye curiously.
The reason why becomes clear soon enough. Whatever teasing he was about to do no longer fits in the wake of that hope, not with it taking up all the space when it's something that's occupied his thoughts since waking up. When he'd thought Sylvain wasn't here, and that no one else was either.
Well. ]
Yeah, me too.
[ That's all he has to quietly offer in the end. Sylvain's hand in his is a comforting weight, an anchor steadying him. For now, anyway, and that plus not being alone - that's more than enough despite the foreboding feeling which comes with it.
Claude stays silent and turns his gaze back out to what can be seen of the others around them when he doesn't have any reassurances to give when there's so many unknowns yet. For now, at least, the two of them sitting here is enough. It's with that thought in mind that his fingers lace a bit tighter through Sylvain's as they wait for whatever's yet to come. ]
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[ Right? Right? He's just going to speak for both of them since no other answer's acceptable anyway as his intentionally pained tone of voice like Sylvain's wounded him greatly. For fun, of course, though when Sylvain doesn't seem to immediately volunteer some comeback Claude does eye the other from the corner of his eye curiously.
The reason why becomes clear soon enough. Whatever teasing he was about to do no longer fits in the wake of that hope, not with it taking up all the space when it's something that's occupied his thoughts since waking up. When he'd thought Sylvain wasn't here, and that no one else was either.
Well. ]
Yeah, me too.
[ That's all he has to quietly offer in the end. Sylvain's hand in his is a comforting weight, an anchor steadying him. For now, anyway, and that plus not being alone - that's more than enough despite the foreboding feeling which comes with it.
Claude stays silent and turns his gaze back out to what can be seen of the others around them when he doesn't have any reassurances to give when there's so many unknowns yet. For now, at least, the two of them sitting here is enough. It's with that thought in mind that his fingers lace a bit tighter through Sylvain's as they wait for whatever's yet to come. ]