[ That… had apparently been the wrong answer, too.
Not that it was really an answer. Even he knew that. But he didn’t have a better one to give.
Claude’s hands drop away but even though he doesn’t move back, that distance between them suddenly feels like a canyon gaping open at his feet.
Maybe that shoe was dropping after all.
A hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck and he halfway turns away, if only to the side. He doesn't like that tone of voice, either. It’s uttered in the same final way he’s heard ‘we need to talk’ and other, grimmer statements. No heated emotion in it, just the resolute note of… what? Resignation? Finality? Empty. ]
Exactly what you said, I thought. [ It’s said around a small huff of air as he stares at the pavement. ] It’s not like you’d been all that subtle about it, for once. The flirting, your interest.
[ Being wanted, at least, is something he’s all too skilled in recognizing. ]
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Not that it was really an answer. Even he knew that. But he didn’t have a better one to give.
Claude’s hands drop away but even though he doesn’t move back, that distance between them suddenly feels like a canyon gaping open at his feet.
Maybe that shoe was dropping after all.
A hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck and he halfway turns away, if only to the side. He doesn't like that tone of voice, either. It’s uttered in the same final way he’s heard ‘we need to talk’ and other, grimmer statements. No heated emotion in it, just the resolute note of… what? Resignation? Finality? Empty. ]
Exactly what you said, I thought. [ It’s said around a small huff of air as he stares at the pavement. ] It’s not like you’d been all that subtle about it, for once. The flirting, your interest.
[ Being wanted, at least, is something he’s all too skilled in recognizing. ]