[ The question being reversed onto him without any kind of proper answer first isn't terribly surprising, though he focuses on refilling his own glass and then sitting back first. Claude, on the other hand, has zero qualms about bending the truth when it involves concealing something he doesn't want to talk about. ]
As I said, Gronder.
[ It's not what he said and it doesn't entirely apply, but it's also technically not a lie and therefore circles right back into being the truth. The subject's been hanging around his mind long before chatting about nightmares now, what with how they'd stumbled across and around that very topic during that supply run check-in. So he meets Sylvain's gaze evenly, holds it for a second, and raises an eyebrow right back. ]
Facing off across people we were once friends with on the same field we had that mock battle years ago was awful. The aftermath was horrible. Everything about it was every description you can think of meaning 'terrible' and because of that I still think about it now like it was just yesterday.
[ His only plan in going ever so slightly on the offensive here doesn't involve any aggravation but rather a hope to push back only enough to change the subject if he's successful. It's much easier to talk about Gronder vaguely than about seeing the faces from it it here where they don't belong. It's lost on Claude by not talking about it he's only giving into that feeling of being isolated and adrift that's been haunting him since the strange dream. And that despite his stubborn efforts to keep it tucked away, maybe some of it shows as an occasional flicker across his face. ]
no subject
As I said, Gronder.
[ It's not what he said and it doesn't entirely apply, but it's also technically not a lie and therefore circles right back into being the truth. The subject's been hanging around his mind long before chatting about nightmares now, what with how they'd stumbled across and around that very topic during that supply run check-in. So he meets Sylvain's gaze evenly, holds it for a second, and raises an eyebrow right back. ]
Facing off across people we were once friends with on the same field we had that mock battle years ago was awful. The aftermath was horrible. Everything about it was every description you can think of meaning 'terrible' and because of that I still think about it now like it was just yesterday.
[ His only plan in going ever so slightly on the offensive here doesn't involve any aggravation but rather a hope to push back only enough to change the subject if he's successful. It's much easier to talk about Gronder vaguely than about seeing the faces from it it here where they don't belong. It's lost on Claude by not talking about it he's only giving into that feeling of being isolated and adrift that's been haunting him since the strange dream. And that despite his stubborn efforts to keep it tucked away, maybe some of it shows as an occasional flicker across his face. ]