Oh, we're absolutely never going to hear the end of it. Something tells me this might just become etched in Sylvain's memory permanently.

[ All said in fondness, of course, especially when there's a zero percent chance that Claude wouldn't also immediately remember this For All Time if the situation was different. It's difficult not to grin in what's not quite anticipation but something like it since he can already picture how this conversation's going to go - and he's pretty certain Hilda can too based on her reaction - though he's in no rush to encounter it.

Better instead to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her in close to his side again while they walk with no destination in mind (that he knows of, anyway) and now it's his turn for a laugh. ]

I think it depends on how quickly the librarians decide to tell anyone else about what happened. Your professor might know a little more about how the shelf got knocked over than you bargained for.

[ If it's anything like Garreg Mach, well. It might not be long at all before lots more people know though Claude's as unbothered as the grin on his face suggests as he leans over to kiss the top of her hair and then adds, ] Not that I mind being infamous, of course.