[ There's a brief, wild moment where Dimitri's hand separates from his that Claude considers just running into the darkness. It would be easier than this, surely. Than having to endure his thoughts broadcasted, and Dimitri's.

It would be better than the pit in his stomach at the realization that this is difficult. Though they barely qualify, Dimitri is probably the closest thing he's made to a friend, and still the simple task of holding his hand so they can clear this stupid car is so hard.

But of course, that would be lunacy. ]

Blaming me for my thoughts, Dimitri?

[ Well, it's not like he can't understand the frustration. ]

I'll admit to being curious, but I don't plan on prying. [ Yet. ] Unless there's a reason I should?