[ Said dryly and with no small amounts of disbelief of his own there in partial return for what he'd just been given himself, even if it's probably offset by the smile fleeting across his face at the kiss, though before he can settle her against him a little more Hilda's turning around. The look on her face is one easy to read from where he's seen it a thousand times before in possibly that many different capacities, and while he's no stranger to having it sent his way - it feels different now.
Different because it feels like there's less to question about it now that he knows the heart of what it means no matter what else, and as Claude shifts his arms around her to keep her close he doesn't have to question what's on his own face as he looks back at her. It's the same one, the same sentiment, and once he feels he has to hide less and less for fear of it being unrequited. ]
A good idea considering he might actually find this decent beach weather instead of getting sunburned into oblivion like during the summer.
[ That's about the only part of their visit to Aquila in the summer Claude wants to recall, what with the undercurrent of (or blatant) hostility between the two of them running through that whole trip. But they can at least rewrite over them with things far better, and that goes for the three of them every bit as much, too.
Regret's not something he wants to let filter in for as much as he still feels about all of last summer, so instead Claude grins when there's a better topic to focus on while letting a hand trail up and down her side. ]
Are you saying I should be prepared to carry another bag just as heavy tomorrow because there's going to be even more outfit changes in there if the mood strikes? I'll be sure to pack lightly myself then.
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[ Said dryly and with no small amounts of disbelief of his own there in partial return for what he'd just been given himself, even if it's probably offset by the smile fleeting across his face at the kiss, though before he can settle her against him a little more Hilda's turning around. The look on her face is one easy to read from where he's seen it a thousand times before in possibly that many different capacities, and while he's no stranger to having it sent his way - it feels different now.
Different because it feels like there's less to question about it now that he knows the heart of what it means no matter what else, and as Claude shifts his arms around her to keep her close he doesn't have to question what's on his own face as he looks back at her. It's the same one, the same sentiment, and once he feels he has to hide less and less for fear of it being unrequited. ]
A good idea considering he might actually find this decent beach weather instead of getting sunburned into oblivion like during the summer.
[ That's about the only part of their visit to Aquila in the summer Claude wants to recall, what with the undercurrent of (or blatant) hostility between the two of them running through that whole trip. But they can at least rewrite over them with things far better, and that goes for the three of them every bit as much, too.
Regret's not something he wants to let filter in for as much as he still feels about all of last summer, so instead Claude grins when there's a better topic to focus on while letting a hand trail up and down her side. ]
Are you saying I should be prepared to carry another bag just as heavy tomorrow because there's going to be even more outfit changes in there if the mood strikes? I'll be sure to pack lightly myself then.