[ He should've saved the sigh for now because when Sylvain looks at him with that good-natured puzzlement like he couldn't possibly grasp what's wrong with that, Claude deeply considers just exhaling a giant breath anyway. He doesn't - for now - but the crease in his brow does grow a little bit deeper. ]

Sylvain.

[ That comes out patiently enough, mostly because whatever exasperation which might've built for all of a couple seconds is tempered by the realization of what Sylvain means by that. With it comes Claude reaching up to put a hand fondly on the other man's face to cradle it even if he's got something serious to go along with that. ]

No more of that, okay? I don't want you making yourself miserable or feeling like you have to for whatever reason. [ A beat. ] Nothing about summer counts in that, for the record, but I mean the rest.