[ Spoken as though earnest in the question, but the tone does little good when, despite an attempt to mimic a thoughtful expression, his grin gives him away.
There is something else to betray, however, and his delayed realization of it makes the question convenient. It helps him stall without being obvious.
Whether or not Felix really knows it, Claude does come up here regularly. Alone. He'd not once even considered inviting anyone. This shouldn't be too noteworthy -- given the hour at which he climbed up for the sun (or the hour at which he pursued the stars), it wasn't as though could reasonably ask anyone if so inclined in the moment. A matter of serendipity that Felix had been awake now.
That's all. As simple as that. Or that should be all, it should be that simple.
His thoughts have begun to deviate as of late, swamp waters spilling into a creek. Awareness trickling, thin rivulets that gather greater. Cognizance of just Felix, of wanting to invite him up here, of satisfaction when he agreed.
Of something too like an old, stabbing dread, at the unsurprising notion that Felix would hate him.
Yeah, it's special. But, it doesn't have to be a problem. If he's aware of it, he can handle it. Hold it firm and put it away.
So he's casual, matter-of-fact when he answers, though he looks away, searching out the spread of orange in the sky. ]
d'rdlt ton adluow adluoc adluohs
[ Spoken as though earnest in the question, but the tone does little good when, despite an attempt to mimic a thoughtful expression, his grin gives him away.
There is something else to betray, however, and his delayed realization of it makes the question convenient. It helps him stall without being obvious.
Whether or not Felix really knows it, Claude does come up here regularly. Alone. He'd not once even considered inviting anyone. This shouldn't be too noteworthy -- given the hour at which he climbed up for the sun (or the hour at which he pursued the stars), it wasn't as though could reasonably ask anyone if so inclined in the moment. A matter of serendipity that Felix had been awake now.
That's all. As simple as that. Or that should be all, it should be that simple.
His thoughts have begun to deviate as of late, swamp waters spilling into a creek. Awareness trickling, thin rivulets that gather greater. Cognizance of just Felix, of wanting to invite him up here, of satisfaction when he agreed.
Of something too like an old, stabbing dread, at the unsurprising notion that Felix would hate him.
Yeah, it's special. But, it doesn't have to be a problem. If he's aware of it, he can handle it. Hold it firm and put it away.
So he's casual, matter-of-fact when he answers, though he looks away, searching out the spread of orange in the sky. ]
Of course it's special.
[ now, teasing: ]
I don't invite just anybody up here, you know?