He was one of the ones that made your life… before. So much hell?
[ he listens quietly though all of it, although somewhere in the middle, he’d reached out and twined his fingers with Claude’s as he told his story. Talked about a past he spoke of exactly never. The warmth of his hand against Sylvain’s is solid, grounding and he hopes it feels the same for the other man as they walk and he talks.
It fills in a lot of missing pieces. Oh, Sylvain had assumed a great deal of this by now - not the finer details, but they had far too much in common for him to not pick up that Claude understood him on a deeper level than most. An understanding that only came from experience, in his opinion. And there were hints, if you knew where to look. In what Claude had said. In what he hadn’t.
He commits the mention of Claude’s brother, the man’s name, to memory as he glances over and searches his face, waiting patiently for his answer. Letting Claude pick and choose what he was comfortable telling him. ]
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[ he listens quietly though all of it, although somewhere in the middle, he’d reached out and twined his fingers with Claude’s as he told his story. Talked about a past he spoke of exactly never. The warmth of his hand against Sylvain’s is solid, grounding and he hopes it feels the same for the other man as they walk and he talks.
It fills in a lot of missing pieces. Oh, Sylvain had assumed a great deal of this by now - not the finer details, but they had far too much in common for him to not pick up that Claude understood him on a deeper level than most. An understanding that only came from experience, in his opinion. And there were hints, if you knew where to look. In what Claude had said. In what he hadn’t.
He commits the mention of Claude’s brother, the man’s name, to memory as he glances over and searches his face, waiting patiently for his answer. Letting Claude pick and choose what he was comfortable telling him. ]