Does it become true if I say it out loud? In that case, maybe I should be apologizing to my shins now in advance.
[ He's not serious, but he also won't say no to another way to harmlessly rile her up and probably earn an actual swat now that he's clarified it'll still be difficult to harm him. As Hilda takes off her boots Claude stretches an arm out next to him on the bed in the space soon to be hers, ready to wrap it around her shoulders as soon as she crawls in next to him. That's just what he does while trying to avoid a sigh of both comfort when she snuggles up to his side and offers just as much warmth and relief he hadn't had to continue wheedling with who knows what else. In reality, it's more like exhaling said sigh as inaudibly as possible since it's still very much there. ]
Sounds a lot like I'm going to in trouble if I move around at all. Maybe I'll just work on my best impression of being asleep to keep you here.
[ To some extent he means that, if only because despite being difficult as always Claude really doesn't want her to go anywhere now that she's here. Maybe this is where he should say something to that extent, to make it clear this is better medicine than being prodded with who knows what that he's certain is in his future. Instead, like a fool, he keeps his mouth shut.
Except - he does need to shift a little bit since there's a bandage pulling somewhere that's not painful but not something he can ignore either. With his arm still braced around her Claude shifts enough to lie back more and that does cause an injury to start smarting. He's still not going to complain, but then his Crest has to go and activate anyway and he freezes mid-motion. That he holds his breath is less out of pain than apprehension, but nothing happens this time except the feeling of something somewhere healing when he relaxes. ]
Huh. Guess my Crest is back to behaving itself after all. [ Said half to himself and before Claude really notices he said it aloud and without any context for Hilda's benefit. Though - once he realizes it, some of those details are ones he'd rather spare her, so best to carry on with a prior topic. ] I'll take it because that'll really help me out when you start kicking later.
[ Letting her go's not in his plans any time soon, false threats or not, since while speaking Claude's already wrapping his other arm around her waist. The same goes for letting his fingers draw abstract patterns against her arm, yet another piece of the puzzle of being whole again he'd dearly missed. But does he say this aloud either? He certainly doesn't. ]
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[ He's not serious, but he also won't say no to another way to harmlessly rile her up and probably earn an actual swat now that he's clarified it'll still be difficult to harm him. As Hilda takes off her boots Claude stretches an arm out next to him on the bed in the space soon to be hers, ready to wrap it around her shoulders as soon as she crawls in next to him. That's just what he does while trying to avoid a sigh of both comfort when she snuggles up to his side and offers just as much warmth and relief he hadn't had to continue wheedling with who knows what else. In reality, it's more like exhaling said sigh as inaudibly as possible since it's still very much there. ]
Sounds a lot like I'm going to in trouble if I move around at all. Maybe I'll just work on my best impression of being asleep to keep you here.
[ To some extent he means that, if only because despite being difficult as always Claude really doesn't want her to go anywhere now that she's here. Maybe this is where he should say something to that extent, to make it clear this is better medicine than being prodded with who knows what that he's certain is in his future. Instead, like a fool, he keeps his mouth shut.
Except - he does need to shift a little bit since there's a bandage pulling somewhere that's not painful but not something he can ignore either. With his arm still braced around her Claude shifts enough to lie back more and that does cause an injury to start smarting. He's still not going to complain, but then his Crest has to go and activate anyway and he freezes mid-motion. That he holds his breath is less out of pain than apprehension, but nothing happens this time except the feeling of something somewhere healing when he relaxes. ]
Huh. Guess my Crest is back to behaving itself after all. [ Said half to himself and before Claude really notices he said it aloud and without any context for Hilda's benefit. Though - once he realizes it, some of those details are ones he'd rather spare her, so best to carry on with a prior topic. ] I'll take it because that'll really help me out when you start kicking later.
[ Letting her go's not in his plans any time soon, false threats or not, since while speaking Claude's already wrapping his other arm around her waist. The same goes for letting his fingers draw abstract patterns against her arm, yet another piece of the puzzle of being whole again he'd dearly missed. But does he say this aloud either? He certainly doesn't. ]