[ As a royal, he should be more mortified that someone saw him at his lowest, weakest moment... but it doesn't bother him much. He's not ashamed of what he'd gone through, or how pathetic he was; if he gained anything from the experience, it was empathy. A new understanding of grief and suffering.
But every memory and emotion attached to Duscur is upsetting, unpleasant—he wouldn't inflict them on anyone, except that he just did. At least Claude isn't bothered too much, even going so far as to tease him for it, which he just frowns at in response.
He absently musses his hair back into place, slowly carding through his memories. ]
Right... We only first met in school.
[ Not that long ago, actually. It's hard to remember the exact details, but it certainly wasn't a schoolboy crush that he'd fostered for several years as they grew up together. They were certainly not on the verge of dating.
His old memories are sneaking back, but they don't erase the new ones. Embarrassing... ]
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But every memory and emotion attached to Duscur is upsetting, unpleasant—he wouldn't inflict them on anyone, except that he just did. At least Claude isn't bothered too much, even going so far as to tease him for it, which he just frowns at in response.
He absently musses his hair back into place, slowly carding through his memories. ]
Right... We only first met in school.
[ Not that long ago, actually. It's hard to remember the exact details, but it certainly wasn't a schoolboy crush that he'd fostered for several years as they grew up together. They were certainly not on the verge of dating.
His old memories are sneaking back, but they don't erase the new ones. Embarrassing... ]
And we only really became friends on the train.