[ It'd hit him all at once while looking at a calendar with the intention of looking for something else. 'It' being the amount of time they've been here, something that's sunk in plenty of times in conversations with other Summoned or at random when it's crossed his mind, but this particular instance comes with something else. The date looking back at him not only confirms that Sylvain's been here a year, but it's a little more than that.

A year holds more weight than a summoning ritual and one's arrival, this particular something being something Claude still doesn't know how to put a name on, how to neatly summarize it, or whether it can be. That thought was easy enough to ignore or brush aside, but it's been growing steadily louder over the last months and weeks to where it demands to be notice. It does again now as he absently taps a finger on the calendar's page and thinks.

This is how, a few days later after considering this a bit more and more and it forms into the decision to do something for it, he's leading Sylvain down one of Cadens' streets with their hands linked as they head towards their destination. One Claude knows but Sylvain doesn't, considering this also comes with a scarf repurposed as a blindfold around the other man's eyes that'd been fastened when they'd stepped outside the front door to the loft. ]

Almost there, promise. Even if I have to tell you that the temptation to lead you around in circles for a while is extremely difficult to resist, but I'm managing it.