[ Trust really is what it all hinges on. Possibly more than Steve knows, or certainly more than Claude's going to volunteer past whatever actions have shown of that before. As he works his way out on the branch he's standing on while gripping another one both for balance and a bit of security, the thought loops around in his mind even though he doesn't acknowledge it past that.
Just as Steve's meant every word he's said and Claude doesn't doubt that, he also meant his own: there's a bond here too valuable to be thrown away over something neither of them could change. ]
Are they soft? I promise not to drop them so they explode all over you.
[ Called down teasingly though that's truthfully a valid worry; for some reason he'd pictured these as having hard exteriors or something requiring force to crack open. The latter certainly fits in with what Steve's said, so one way to find out when the air abruptly shifts to something closer to the citrus fruits he knows from home.
Claude reaches out a hand with the intent of prodding it gently to get a feel for how much force he might need to pull it off the branches given that it's rather sizeable, but the size turns out to be a trick when it turns out he's used too much force even with what he'd thought was a gentle tap. Instead the fruit snaps free cleanly and immediately drops out of sight towards the ground below, making what that joke he'd made possibly a little too real. ]
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Just as Steve's meant every word he's said and Claude doesn't doubt that, he also meant his own: there's a bond here too valuable to be thrown away over something neither of them could change. ]
Are they soft? I promise not to drop them so they explode all over you.
[ Called down teasingly though that's truthfully a valid worry; for some reason he'd pictured these as having hard exteriors or something requiring force to crack open. The latter certainly fits in with what Steve's said, so one way to find out when the air abruptly shifts to something closer to the citrus fruits he knows from home.
Claude reaches out a hand with the intent of prodding it gently to get a feel for how much force he might need to pull it off the branches given that it's rather sizeable, but the size turns out to be a trick when it turns out he's used too much force even with what he'd thought was a gentle tap. Instead the fruit snaps free cleanly and immediately drops out of sight towards the ground below, making what that joke he'd made possibly a little too real. ]
Watch out, one on the way!