Yeah, yeah, it's not like I wanted any of it to happen either. [ His face scrunches up at the recollection; Halloween was the worst.
Also the worst: Awkwardly waiting for Claude to recount the not-as-nice details of what their relationship (or lack thereof) is supposed to be. They've probably bickered more times since they've been on this train than anything else, and Sylvain isn't exactly pleased at the idea of having spilled his worst memories into Claude's lap. It doesn't give him any sense of relief, only the same apprehension Claude must feel having involuntarily surrendered his own secrets.
It's not like anything really changes between them, and yet... Maybe just a little, some of the tension eases when Claude collapses back on the couch next to him. (At least Sylvain doesn't have to keep up the front that they're celebrities, or even best friends.) ]
After I got sick at the gym. I think that fever must've triggered the memories or something. ...Or the other way around.
[ He leans back against the cushions himself, staring blandly up at the ceiling. ]
I thought I was going crazy at first before things settled back in. I'm not sure who else has realized—maybe anyone else who's gotten sick lately.
[ He then rolls his head so his gaze falls back to Claude, his expression wry. ]
I figured, since we were "best friends" and all, you'd probably at least hear me out before calling me crazy.
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Also the worst: Awkwardly waiting for Claude to recount the not-as-nice details of what their relationship (or lack thereof) is supposed to be. They've probably bickered more times since they've been on this train than anything else, and Sylvain isn't exactly pleased at the idea of having spilled his worst memories into Claude's lap. It doesn't give him any sense of relief, only the same apprehension Claude must feel having involuntarily surrendered his own secrets.
It's not like anything really changes between them, and yet... Maybe just a little, some of the tension eases when Claude collapses back on the couch next to him. (At least Sylvain doesn't have to keep up the front that they're celebrities, or even best friends.) ]
After I got sick at the gym. I think that fever must've triggered the memories or something. ...Or the other way around.
[ He leans back against the cushions himself, staring blandly up at the ceiling. ]
I thought I was going crazy at first before things settled back in. I'm not sure who else has realized—maybe anyone else who's gotten sick lately.
[ He then rolls his head so his gaze falls back to Claude, his expression wry. ]
I figured, since we were "best friends" and all, you'd probably at least hear me out before calling me crazy.