[ Claude's (mostly correct observation) about being an afterthought is met with a mock, hurt gasp; the fond expression in her gaze hasn't left though and she's quick to brush a stray lock of hair back from his forehead. ]
Claude, when are you ever an afterthought?
[ A joke? An effect of the alcohol? It's hard to tell because it's exactly how she'd say it even if she hadn't had anything to drink. The sudden arrival of Sylvain's chin on her knee is met by her adjusting herself more comfortably for the both of them. In spite of her insistence that she had wanted a snack, she reaches over them to plop the croissant onto the tray so that her other hand can card gently through Sylvain's hair.
There's an effort to chide Claude for his unspoken compliment - but then again, she did it first, didn't she? Not that she's going to own up to it. ]
Claude, you're letting it go to his head again! I can practically feel his ego growing.
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Claude, when are you ever an afterthought?
[ A joke? An effect of the alcohol? It's hard to tell because it's exactly how she'd say it even if she hadn't had anything to drink. The sudden arrival of Sylvain's chin on her knee is met by her adjusting herself more comfortably for the both of them. In spite of her insistence that she had wanted a snack, she reaches over them to plop the croissant onto the tray so that her other hand can card gently through Sylvain's hair.
There's an effort to chide Claude for his unspoken compliment - but then again, she did it first, didn't she? Not that she's going to own up to it. ]
Claude, you're letting it go to his head again! I can practically feel his ego growing.