[ He shifts when Claude turns over, wanting to make sure he had enough room, since Sylvain was the one encroaching on his space here. But his gaze flits up to Claude's face and there's a hesitance lurking in his gaze that's normally not seen there. As if he's not entirely certain of the ground he's treading on. ]
That and it feels like my brain forgets where I am when I'm asleep. Keeps going back over everything and I wake up convinced we're still... back there. Or worse.
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[ He shifts when Claude turns over, wanting to make sure he had enough room, since Sylvain was the one encroaching on his space here. But his gaze flits up to Claude's face and there's a hesitance lurking in his gaze that's normally not seen there. As if he's not entirely certain of the ground he's treading on. ]
That and it feels like my brain forgets where I am when I'm asleep. Keeps going back over everything and I wake up convinced we're still... back there. Or worse.