There’s no physical pause to his step, though his mind comes to a rather sudden stop. Brief, but altogether insistent. You were the reason. He looks away, eyes searching the ground aimlessly as they continue, trying to think of an appropriate response that won’t simply make things worse for him. Claude’s walking close enough that a single inch to the side would leave their shoulders touching. His body is starting to feel light already and they haven’t even exchanged more than the barest pleasantries! Shaking his head slightly, he manages a smile, just a bit shaky around the edges.
“That means the world to me, Claude.” He’s trying hard not to be excessive or blatant but all the same… there’s something about the other man that inspires honesty in him, even with all the lying he does on a daily basis to the world and to himself as well. He couldn’t possibly take what he’s offered, innocent as it may still be, and devalue it with something uncaring or superficial. Not from Claude. It wouldn’t be right. “I…” Pause. A deep breath. “The ticket you got me – however did you manage to get me such an amazing seat? The lady next to me seemed afraid that I’d steal her diamonds in the dark and her lord husband was too busy staring at the ballerinas on stage to notice.” A quiet laugh as he straightens up a bit, waving a hand in the air mostly as an afterthought. “At times, I swear I could almost feel you fly by right above my head.”
Not almost. Literally, like a gust of wind as Claude whirled across the stage, his movements so powerful and so fast that the air around him had to give in to his lead. He’s not going to get that poetic about it, however; no need to take advantage after all. No need to encourage it.
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“That means the world to me, Claude.” He’s trying hard not to be excessive or blatant but all the same… there’s something about the other man that inspires honesty in him, even with all the lying he does on a daily basis to the world and to himself as well. He couldn’t possibly take what he’s offered, innocent as it may still be, and devalue it with something uncaring or superficial. Not from Claude. It wouldn’t be right. “I…” Pause. A deep breath. “The ticket you got me – however did you manage to get me such an amazing seat? The lady next to me seemed afraid that I’d steal her diamonds in the dark and her lord husband was too busy staring at the ballerinas on stage to notice.” A quiet laugh as he straightens up a bit, waving a hand in the air mostly as an afterthought. “At times, I swear I could almost feel you fly by right above my head.”
Not almost. Literally, like a gust of wind as Claude whirled across the stage, his movements so powerful and so fast that the air around him had to give in to his lead. He’s not going to get that poetic about it, however; no need to take advantage after all. No need to encourage it.