[ The withdrawing isn't something he saw coming and though his arms were already loose around the other Claude loosens them further let that space grow to whatever Sylvain wants it to be. On second thought - he was going to leave them there but he withdraws one arm to rest it on his chest while he studies Sylvain who seems intent on studying the ceiling.

His expression's back to carefully blank as he considers this since it feels like those words have considerable weight behind them. Some of which he can guess at thanks to being in the pit, though much of it is still undefined. Nothing he wants to ask questions about, however. Not unless Sylvain volunteers whatever it is first, and that seems unlikely. ]

These are... far stronger than anything I'd tried before. I don't think I dreamed anything at all after taking them.

[ It's true, but it still seems flimsy in the way of offering any reassurance. Just because they worked for him doesn't mean they will for Sylvain - something else he understands even if he's grappling with sharing anything further of his own. There's another few seconds where he considers it yet again and still decides against it. Instead he lifts that hand on his chest to reach over to run the backs of a couple fingers against Sylvain's jaw. ]

Maybe instead of asking I should've said you can keep me company anytime whenever you can't sleep. Especially because I'll probably be awake, too.