[ Sylvain makes a quiet noise under his breath before he turns back to his flower beds because that seems safer than being openly annoyed at either of them right now. ]
I told you before, if you wanted to know something, you could ask.
[ Okay, that was mostly directed at Hilda, because it had been a recent conversation, even. And he'd meant it. Only she hadn't asked anything, just shoved him off in Claude's direction instead. Which was fine, he supposes, but he hadn't been lying when he said that wasn't the sort of thing he and Claude ever talked about. Unless they were in the Pit, apparently.
He'd been braced for it that day in the kitchens, only to have it narrowly avoided, so he'd let it go again. He didn't really appreciate being blindsided with it again, with them now apparently ganging up on him.
Claude's comment about evasiveness gets a quiet snort of amusement from him though as he goes about planting another seedling, hands buried in the dirt. Needing it to ground him - literally. ] Yeah, I don't think either one of you have room to talk when it comes to that.
[ He works in silence for a moment before Claude crouches down beside him, gives him a momentary reprieve and a diversion he sees for being exactly that. But he knows how stubborn these two are, and if they've decided to corner him like this, he doubts he's getting out of this conversation until he gives them something. Not in the mood to beat around the bush, he dusts his hands off and leans back on his heels again. ]
You don't need to butter me up with small talk. [ His eyes are fixed on the flower bed, not looking at either of them. Bracing himself all over again. ] Just get to the point. What do you want to know? My brother was an asshole. I'm pretty sure you both knew that already.
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I told you before, if you wanted to know something, you could ask.
[ Okay, that was mostly directed at Hilda, because it had been a recent conversation, even. And he'd meant it. Only she hadn't asked anything, just shoved him off in Claude's direction instead. Which was fine, he supposes, but he hadn't been lying when he said that wasn't the sort of thing he and Claude ever talked about. Unless they were in the Pit, apparently.
He'd been braced for it that day in the kitchens, only to have it narrowly avoided, so he'd let it go again. He didn't really appreciate being blindsided with it again, with them now apparently ganging up on him.
Claude's comment about evasiveness gets a quiet snort of amusement from him though as he goes about planting another seedling, hands buried in the dirt. Needing it to ground him - literally. ] Yeah, I don't think either one of you have room to talk when it comes to that.
[ He works in silence for a moment before Claude crouches down beside him, gives him a momentary reprieve and a diversion he sees for being exactly that. But he knows how stubborn these two are, and if they've decided to corner him like this, he doubts he's getting out of this conversation until he gives them something. Not in the mood to beat around the bush, he dusts his hands off and leans back on his heels again. ]
You don't need to butter me up with small talk. [ His eyes are fixed on the flower bed, not looking at either of them. Bracing himself all over again. ] Just get to the point. What do you want to know? My brother was an asshole. I'm pretty sure you both knew that already.