[ 'For all of us' nearly gets a muscle in his cheek to twitch in displeasure before he averts it from happening to keep from betraying his thoughts on that. To say that's something he doesn't want to hear is an understatement. Nor is it something he understands, not when the point of them moving to one place was to remain together rather than separated across an apartment, or a city, or anywhere at all. Something they'd all agreed to and even more so after the rifts of losing first Felix, then Petra and Marianne had taken root.
Claude continues to look at her evenly with a seamlessly blank expression hiding the consideration he's processing. It gets harder to maintain when she adds she's already told Sylvain this - and then what this is comprised of when he can't make that foot to anything said or not despite the sting of distance being present yet again. He could blame it on them being out of sync, unaware of the other's steps for so long and out of practice with their usual dances around information, or feelings, or anything else. It still doesn't seem to fit even as he continues to recognize those evasions. ]
And who exactly said you were bothering anyone?
[ Besides you alone goes unsaid, but the weight of it's likely there all the same. This again falls under things he's not willing to let her move away from even if it risks upsetting the balance they've fallen into today, even if it means pressing on a sore point for her the way it feels like she's doing knowingly or otherwise to him right now. The offer to stop by gets ignored; it'd be generous if it wasn't for Hilda still avoiding the idea of coming back to the loft for anything besides coming by when no one is there.
Accepting it even as another term of their burgeoning truce means accepting she isn't planning on coming back when it feels like that's what she wants to say without saying it, and Claude has no interest in doing either. There's no satisfactory resolution to this except what he'd said before: that she stops living anywhere besides where she should be calling home but won't tell him the reasons why she won't.
There's more he could add, more he wants to add, and this time his restraint comes with biting the corner of his tongue to keep from letting it slip out. One question after another isn't an evasion or a misdirection like it could be at any other time he's wielded those very things to do just that, nor is this an attempt to argue. If he's being led to fill in the blanks on his own, it's just that he's going to refuse to do that too when it's what got them here - from each of their own assumptions. ]
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Claude continues to look at her evenly with a seamlessly blank expression hiding the consideration he's processing. It gets harder to maintain when she adds she's already told Sylvain this - and then what this is comprised of when he can't make that foot to anything said or not despite the sting of distance being present yet again. He could blame it on them being out of sync, unaware of the other's steps for so long and out of practice with their usual dances around information, or feelings, or anything else. It still doesn't seem to fit even as he continues to recognize those evasions. ]
And who exactly said you were bothering anyone?
[ Besides you alone goes unsaid, but the weight of it's likely there all the same. This again falls under things he's not willing to let her move away from even if it risks upsetting the balance they've fallen into today, even if it means pressing on a sore point for her the way it feels like she's doing knowingly or otherwise to him right now. The offer to stop by gets ignored; it'd be generous if it wasn't for Hilda still avoiding the idea of coming back to the loft for anything besides coming by when no one is there.
Accepting it even as another term of their burgeoning truce means accepting she isn't planning on coming back when it feels like that's what she wants to say without saying it, and Claude has no interest in doing either. There's no satisfactory resolution to this except what he'd said before: that she stops living anywhere besides where she should be calling home but won't tell him the reasons why she won't.
There's more he could add, more he wants to add, and this time his restraint comes with biting the corner of his tongue to keep from letting it slip out. One question after another isn't an evasion or a misdirection like it could be at any other time he's wielded those very things to do just that, nor is this an attempt to argue. If he's being led to fill in the blanks on his own, it's just that he's going to refuse to do that too when it's what got them here - from each of their own assumptions. ]