[ Trust wasn’t something Sylvain extended easily, or often. He might have agreed to this with others, for the fun challenge of it, but there’s little Claude could ask of him that he wouldn’t do, trusting the other man had a reason for it.

Even if he felt ridiculous right now and wouldn’t put it past Claude to ‘accidentally’ walk him into a lamppost or something.

Claude’s teasing statement gets a quiet snort of amusement from him as he lets himself be led blindly down the street. He has a vague idea of where they are, if only because he’d been following the turns and picking up on familiar sounds along the way. But it was harder than it should be, especially for someone who’d come to know these streets well in his time here. ]

I’m still not sure you haven’t been. You still haven’t given me a reason for not being able to see where we’re going. I could have walked there and still looked completely surprised, you know.