[ Claude feels a little like he's losing his mind. Seeing Dimitri before him with two different histories: a boy that he'd known for years, and nursed a harmless crush on, and a foreign prince who's a stranger to him, but who he's now seen at his most painful moment.
Not just seen, but felt himself. A hopeless sorrow, and a heart that won't stop breaking.
He almost feels on the verge of tears himself. ]
Shit. [ Is his incredibly meaningful response, offered before he pulls back, flinching away from the touch until he's out of the bed entirely, a shiver running down his spine.
He looks down at his hands, unusually rough and weathered for someone so privileged. ]
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Not just seen, but felt himself. A hopeless sorrow, and a heart that won't stop breaking.
He almost feels on the verge of tears himself. ]
Shit. [ Is his incredibly meaningful response, offered before he pulls back, flinching away from the touch until he's out of the bed entirely, a shiver running down his spine.
He looks down at his hands, unusually rough and weathered for someone so privileged. ]
We've been idiots.