[ Claude's brows furrow at the stark change in Sylvain's expression, and he's standing when Sylvain is, settling a hand on his arm to keep him steady. ]

You're not looking too good, big guy.

[ It's a little alarming, considering that Sylvain had looked just peachy seconds ago—not even the slightest thing amiss. For him to become so suddenly unwell is unexpected, and Claude might almost think he'd been drugged. It takes a lot of nerve to administer poison when Claude's right here—

... He's being weirdly paranoid. ]

Come on. I'll take you home.

[ He gives Sylvain a pat on the back, grabbing both their water bottles before he starts to lead him toward the door.

He sighs obnoxiously on the way, determined to keep the mood light, ] Oh no, looks like I'll have to cut my workout short. What a shame!