[Those whispering voices snatch at the silence, like vultures circling a corpse and waiting for an opportunity to land.
Now he thinks you're annoying and crazy. Nice going.
At least Claude intervenes before the pecking can continue. His kind words fail to convince of Wilhelm of much, though. It's not like Claude really knows him. The shallowness of their acquaintanceship grants his words all the depth of someone answering fine, thanks to a passing how are you? He mutters:]
I'm surprised you let them get a word in.
[As soon as it spills out, mortification takes over his expression. Scrubbing at the back of his head, he stares at the little puddle that's formed at his feet and clears his throat.]
Sorry, I...didn't mean that.
[Sure, Claude talks a lot, and it could get a little exhausting to keep up with the conversation, but...he's been kind to Wilhelm.]
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Now he thinks you're annoying and crazy. Nice going.
At least Claude intervenes before the pecking can continue. His kind words fail to convince of Wilhelm of much, though. It's not like Claude really knows him. The shallowness of their acquaintanceship grants his words all the depth of someone answering fine, thanks to a passing how are you? He mutters:]
I'm surprised you let them get a word in.
[As soon as it spills out, mortification takes over his expression. Scrubbing at the back of his head, he stares at the little puddle that's formed at his feet and clears his throat.]
Sorry, I...didn't mean that.
[Sure, Claude talks a lot, and it could get a little exhausting to keep up with the conversation, but...he's been kind to Wilhelm.]