[ He tucks Claude in against his shoulder, shifting until they're both comfortable and settled. One hand finds it way up to card through Claude's hair slowly, even as he turns his head and brushes a fond kiss against his forehead. A smile lingers about his lips as he lets his own eyes close, soaking up the familiar comfort as well. ]
You don't have to thank me. Trust me, it wasn't all selfless. I appreciate a good excuse to get my hands all over you. [ Making light of it is more habit than anything else, even if he feels a faint flush of pleasure at the thanks. Not that he's ever been very good at accepting things like that. ]
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You don't have to thank me. Trust me, it wasn't all selfless. I appreciate a good excuse to get my hands all over you. [ Making light of it is more habit than anything else, even if he feels a faint flush of pleasure at the thanks. Not that he's ever been very good at accepting things like that. ]