[ Sylvain doesn’t supply that he maybe helped with those nights Claude fell asleep, not realizing he was so tired. Because he might not have been, but he’d never complained about the extra rest the next morning, so Sylvain was still taking it as a win.

He grins at Claude’s continued excitement over the tea, feeling a soft rush of pleasure heat up the back of his neck. The praise is… nice. Not something he’s all that accustomed to, but doubly so when this is something he’d worked uncharacteristically hard at to get perfect. It had been important, and it was nice that it had turned out so well in the end. It wasn’t something he was accustomed to feeling, for one reason or another. ]

I can probably give that one a try. I’ll confess, I’m not as familiar with that one. This one, at least, I could cheat on a little, since it had also been one of Felix’s favorites. I was pretty familiar with it to start with.