[ Sylvain goes carefully still when Claude flinches backwards at his touch, but he's patient, waiting. Letting Claude get his bearings and take in where he is - and who he's with. He can practically see the recognition flicker in Claude's gaze and then a torn and bloody hand is gripping his shoulder. Can feel the way that hand shakes.
He doesn't remove his grip, just keeps it a steady support until Claude is ready for it. That low, humorless laugh has one corner of his lips quirking in response, even as his other hand comes to Claude's waist, moving to guide him over against one of the walls where he can sink down in relative safety. And with enough nearby light that Sylvain can assess how bad a state he's in. ]
It's a bitch being right so often. This is one time I coulda skipped it, honestly.
Here, can you sit? [ He'll help, if Claude needs it, hands still steady and supportive, despite the fact that he's barely recovered from the same thing himself, hands still thickly bandaged and stained from wounds that still seep.
And others that have opened up once more since Claude's vanished, but he's not bringing those up right now. Claude's the priority right now. ]
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He doesn't remove his grip, just keeps it a steady support until Claude is ready for it. That low, humorless laugh has one corner of his lips quirking in response, even as his other hand comes to Claude's waist, moving to guide him over against one of the walls where he can sink down in relative safety. And with enough nearby light that Sylvain can assess how bad a state he's in. ]
It's a bitch being right so often. This is one time I coulda skipped it, honestly.
Here, can you sit? [ He'll help, if Claude needs it, hands still steady and supportive, despite the fact that he's barely recovered from the same thing himself, hands still thickly bandaged and stained from wounds that still seep.
And others that have opened up once more since Claude's vanished, but he's not bringing those up right now. Claude's the priority right now. ]