[ The building - or what was once one - has Claude's full attention once he comes to a halt in front of it. He'd split off from the group he was working with in another former building only a block or two down the street, and is covered in a considerable amount of general grime from being out assisting all day. and has barely noticed the sun starting to set with so much left to do. A never-ending list; there's always somewhere to go and tasks to be completed to do as much as they can. All of it entirely too familiar.
Despite his focus he picks up on footsteps that don't belong to someone on a path to only pass through and calculates the amount of urgency in them, finds there's importance in that measured stride and readies to slip his mask back into place to offer whatever's needed as they clear their throat. Claude turns and when it's Steve who greets him - he finds he feels less compelled to pretend things are fine. ]
No. [ His voice is scratchy from all the dust he's breathed in over the day, and Claude clears it to get by without having to take a drink from the waterskin he's pretty sure needs to be refilled soon anyway, and shakes his head. ] Or if it has been, no one's marked it off as done. I was getting ready to check it but decided it wouldn't be the smartest idea to go in by myself.
[ Absently he rubs the back of one hand across his cheek to scratch an itch, but the action mostly adds another streak of dirt than achieving anything else. Not that it matters since something will fix that but a bath only when it's finally time to call it a day, and as he glances first at the building and then at Steve he thinks he has, perhaps, found someone who isn't willing to call it one just yet. ]
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Despite his focus he picks up on footsteps that don't belong to someone on a path to only pass through and calculates the amount of urgency in them, finds there's importance in that measured stride and readies to slip his mask back into place to offer whatever's needed as they clear their throat. Claude turns and when it's Steve who greets him - he finds he feels less compelled to pretend things are fine. ]
No. [ His voice is scratchy from all the dust he's breathed in over the day, and Claude clears it to get by without having to take a drink from the waterskin he's pretty sure needs to be refilled soon anyway, and shakes his head. ] Or if it has been, no one's marked it off as done. I was getting ready to check it but decided it wouldn't be the smartest idea to go in by myself.
[ Absently he rubs the back of one hand across his cheek to scratch an itch, but the action mostly adds another streak of dirt than achieving anything else. Not that it matters since something will fix that but a bath only when it's finally time to call it a day, and as he glances first at the building and then at Steve he thinks he has, perhaps, found someone who isn't willing to call it one just yet. ]
You in the middle of anything right now?