[For all her complaining about running errands for him, Hilda's been good with keeping him informed about goings-on in the monastery, though she'd stubbornly stuck to the bare minimum that would keep him adhering to his bedrest instead of seeking the information out himself. It's the curse of leading an army in a war, even when he's resting he feels like he should be doing something. Not that he'll complain about being able to put off the paperwork.
He'd started to settle in to read, but apparently he's got a rotating door today, because there's a knock right after Hilda leaves. A knock followed by someone coming in before he can reply, and simultaneously, his stomach knots with anxiety and his lips twitch at a faint smile when he hears it's Lorenz.
He places the book back down on the bed, propped up against a veritable mountain of pillows.] Sure, come on in. [Supes casual. Nothing life-altering has happened, clearly.]
[Were he but 5 years younger and a little more inexperienced, the ruse would have worked. Lorenz would have looked to that smile- seen the crook of his lips and his relaxed demeanor- and felt within him an ire that could only fester. A frustration with only one out.
Now... now he knows better. It is in the tension of Claude's shoulders and the stiffness of a typically fluid smile. A relaxed disposition betrayed by small, subtle nuances of his body. Clearly, neither of them are looking forward this encounter.
And, abruptly, he is happy to know this discomfort is something they share. That this union is something neither of them are sure of. Yet, just as abruptly, he feels guilt, for surely this is of his own making. Whether or not Claude could have been happy to learn the identity of his soulmate is something he cannot know, but surely for the situation they are in now- Claude's reason for hiding this on top of so many other things... that can only be because of Lorenz's remarks.
He has no one but himself to blame.
For a moment he lingers by the door, holding it just so from shutting fully with his gaze averted to a corner behind Claude's ear. Guilt, uneasiness, uncertainty... any number of things that could give rise to cowardice...
But certainly, straightforward is all he has ever known.
And so, inhaling carefully and straightening, he raises an averted gaze to meet Claude's eyes head on.] How are you feeling? [He asks, shutting the door at least and stepping towards the bed. Taking a seat upon a chair that Hilda surely occupied but moments earlier, he takes the time to cross one leg over the other and clasps his hands together before resting them upon his knee. A perfect indication that he is here to stay.]
[It's an act more put on for his own benefit than Lorenz's, a fact he's fairly certain they're both aware of. Claude is far more cautious than he leads people to believe, particularly in his personal matters.
He takes in as much of Lorenz's expression and body language as he can while he lingers by the door, looking for any indication of what he's thinking or feeling. At first, he'd thought the man hilariously predictable. Now that he's seen past all the bluster, he still knows what to expect from him most of the time, but he can filter it through the lens of Lorenz's intent, which is so often very different from what actually comes out of his mouth, due to his sadly chronic foot in mouth syndrome. Although, Lorenz has gotten better about that too.
For a moment, he worries Lorenz might just make a strategic retreat, but-- he doesn't. He even shuts the door behind him and sits in the chair Hilda had vacated, with clear intent to stay and talk for a while. So, that's good, even if they're both-- uncertain.]
Restless and bored. [He answers, and it's mostly true, disregarding the aches and pains from his still-healing injuries and the feelings that Lorenz himself provokes. Claude really isn't one for sitting still and being on bed rest is practically torture now that he's able to stay conscious for long enough to want to get things done.] What about you? Any trouble handling things while I'm laid up?
Hardly. [The indignance that slips from his tongue is near reflexive.] We are not so hopeless as to fall apart at the seams without our leader to guide us. Have more faith than that. [And it is only when he levels a sharp look of disapproval at Claude is he realizing the habit he has fallen into.
Really, how could he even wonder why Claude should have kept it a secret?]
… but I did not come here to speak of that. [And when he speaks again, it is in softer tones, a note of guilt laced between the lines as he settles back, dropping his gaze for a moment, the veil of his hair sliding over his shoulder with the motion.
And he hesitates, uncertain on how to proceed. On what to ask first… on what can even be asked. Did Claude want this? Him? Did he hide it from inconvenience or because it was a relationship doomed from the start?
What… does Claude want?] I… recognize this is ill-timed, given the situation and the state of your health, but… [And he balks ever so slightly, giving voice to something so tentative as vulnerability, but certainly he cannot run now.
And so he raises his eyes, resolved to at least leave this room with no uncertainty left between them.] We are soulmates, correct?
not even claude stops to consider what he wants oops
I have every faith in you, or I wouldn't still be in this bed. [He'd meant it as a general you but... it's even more truthful in the specific. It's because of Lorenz and Hilda that he's able to tolerate bedrest at all. Claude shifts on the bed; the discomfort of baring an honest truth is something he's been feeling with more and more regularity. He blames Byleth's influence.
As expected, the bare minimum of pleasantries and Lorenz gets straight to the point. For once, Claude has no idea what Lorenz wants from him. Lorenz himself likely doesn't know. And Claude can't stand not knowing things.
It's tempting to fall back on flippancy, especially after he's already made such an earnest statement-- but he doesn't. This is important, and he wants Lorenz to know it's a matter he takes seriously.] Yeah. You can get a look for yourself, if you want.
I would hardly have anything to compare it to. [The remark is made immediately- callously, like so many other things, though at least this time he has the awareness to seem abashed after giving it voice. Rarely does Lorenz speak without thought for that which he utters. Testament then, perhaps, to his nerves.
It is an admission that implies nothing good- that he himself does not even know exactly what his mark looks like. That he knows only that it is there, gracing the back of his shoulder and creeping up his neck like an unwanted vine. That he had given it such little attention he had not even wanted to mark how it might have grown as the years passed by.
And it reflects in his expression, that regret. That despite everything, he had not wanted to hurt Claude over this. That the mere thought of having done so is in its own way a painful thing.] ...When did you find out?
[Claude is particularly adept at getting Lorenz to speak so callously, whether he's trying to or not, so it's hardly a surprise. It's likely his own endlessly curious nature that led to him knowing too well how the mark on his own back looks-- it's not exactly easy to see on himself, and he certainly wasn't going to ask someone to describe it to him. It's because Claude habitually pays close attention to everything in his life that he's tracked the changes. Devoid of those characteristics and preferring to ignore the idea of soulmates completely, of course Lorenz hasn't checked for himself.
Not even once, though?
He smiles anyway, attempting to convey his usual unflappability. He's Claude, after all, and Claude is always fine. There's no need for Lorenz to regret, because he isn't hurt. This is an important thing that they need to discuss, but he doesn't begrudge Lorenz the choices he's made.] I don't remember the exact date. Teach had us on stable duty together.
something something not knowing yourself will cause bad something
[It takes Lorenz a moment to consider that, for they have often been paired for any number of duties together.
And, at first, Lorenz had questioned that, for to place them together would surely have been akin to fire and kindling. Naught but sparks and tempers (or perhaps that had merely been on his part.)
But as they had grown and the war had come to fruition, he had learned to appreciate Byleth’s wisdom in that regard. As much friction as there might have been between them, it could have only hurt their house, and ultimately the Alliance, to stay strangers. To be constantly at odds, dancing between prying questions and evasive answers with no true amount of trust to speak of. And as they had labored beneath blazing suns and chill winter winds, he had, after a fashion, at least become comfortable with the presence of Claude, if not his disposition.
Success in that regard, if nothing else.
Which, of course, also aligns with Claude’s recollection. With so many days spent as such, it is easy to envision how he might have noticed Lorenz’s mark despite the pains taken to conceal it. (An eternally clasped collar arranged to meticulous perfection.) Toiling in the heat, it would have been easy to have forgotten himself, even if only for a moment, and to loosen a collar in an effort to keep from overheating. And his hair, kept neatly trimmed, would have offered no cover with which to conceal what his coat had.
And so Claude had found out and…]
And? [The question is a quiet one, thinly veiled in something not unlike frustration as he gives Claude a look. He does not mean to make this an interrogation but the other is, typically, offering little on his own thoughts about the matter.] When did you decide to keep it to yourself?
[He can practically see how Lorenz turns the information over in his mind, keen eyes watching the minute shifts in his expression. The answer to his question is obvious, really-- immediately. For a different reason initially than what it came to be, but it had been an immediate decision regardless.
Answering a question with a question is, he knows, pretty damn irritating, but Lorenz is nearly always irritated with him anyway. And, perhaps selfishly, he feels his question is more important than giving a blatantly obvious answer.] What would you have done if I hadn't?
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He'd started to settle in to read, but apparently he's got a rotating door today, because there's a knock right after Hilda leaves. A knock followed by someone coming in before he can reply, and simultaneously, his stomach knots with anxiety and his lips twitch at a faint smile when he hears it's Lorenz.
He places the book back down on the bed, propped up against a veritable mountain of pillows.] Sure, come on in. [Supes casual. Nothing life-altering has happened, clearly.]
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Now... now he knows better. It is in the tension of Claude's shoulders and the stiffness of a typically fluid smile. A relaxed disposition betrayed by small, subtle nuances of his body. Clearly, neither of them are looking forward this encounter.
And, abruptly, he is happy to know this discomfort is something they share. That this union is something neither of them are sure of. Yet, just as abruptly, he feels guilt, for surely this is of his own making. Whether or not Claude could have been happy to learn the identity of his soulmate is something he cannot know, but surely for the situation they are in now- Claude's reason for hiding this on top of so many other things... that can only be because of Lorenz's remarks.
He has no one but himself to blame.
For a moment he lingers by the door, holding it just so from shutting fully with his gaze averted to a corner behind Claude's ear. Guilt, uneasiness, uncertainty... any number of things that could give rise to cowardice...
But certainly, straightforward is all he has ever known.
And so, inhaling carefully and straightening, he raises an averted gaze to meet Claude's eyes head on.] How are you feeling? [He asks, shutting the door at least and stepping towards the bed. Taking a seat upon a chair that Hilda surely occupied but moments earlier, he takes the time to cross one leg over the other and clasps his hands together before resting them upon his knee. A perfect indication that he is here to stay.]
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He takes in as much of Lorenz's expression and body language as he can while he lingers by the door, looking for any indication of what he's thinking or feeling. At first, he'd thought the man hilariously predictable. Now that he's seen past all the bluster, he still knows what to expect from him most of the time, but he can filter it through the lens of Lorenz's intent, which is so often very different from what actually comes out of his mouth, due to his sadly chronic foot in mouth syndrome. Although, Lorenz has gotten better about that too.
For a moment, he worries Lorenz might just make a strategic retreat, but-- he doesn't. He even shuts the door behind him and sits in the chair Hilda had vacated, with clear intent to stay and talk for a while. So, that's good, even if they're both-- uncertain.]
Restless and bored. [He answers, and it's mostly true, disregarding the aches and pains from his still-healing injuries and the feelings that Lorenz himself provokes. Claude really isn't one for sitting still and being on bed rest is practically torture now that he's able to stay conscious for long enough to want to get things done.] What about you? Any trouble handling things while I'm laid up?
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Really, how could he even wonder why Claude should have kept it a secret?]
… but I did not come here to speak of that. [And when he speaks again, it is in softer tones, a note of guilt laced between the lines as he settles back, dropping his gaze for a moment, the veil of his hair sliding over his shoulder with the motion.
And he hesitates, uncertain on how to proceed. On what to ask first… on what can even be asked. Did Claude want this? Him? Did he hide it from inconvenience or because it was a relationship doomed from the start?
What… does Claude want?] I… recognize this is ill-timed, given the situation and the state of your health, but… [And he balks ever so slightly, giving voice to something so tentative as vulnerability, but certainly he cannot run now.
And so he raises his eyes, resolved to at least leave this room with no uncertainty left between them.] We are soulmates, correct?
not even claude stops to consider what he wants oops
As expected, the bare minimum of pleasantries and Lorenz gets straight to the point. For once, Claude has no idea what Lorenz wants from him. Lorenz himself likely doesn't know. And Claude can't stand not knowing things.
It's tempting to fall back on flippancy, especially after he's already made such an earnest statement-- but he doesn't. This is important, and he wants Lorenz to know it's a matter he takes seriously.] Yeah. You can get a look for yourself, if you want.
claude pls
It is an admission that implies nothing good- that he himself does not even know exactly what his mark looks like. That he knows only that it is there, gracing the back of his shoulder and creeping up his neck like an unwanted vine. That he had given it such little attention he had not even wanted to mark how it might have grown as the years passed by.
And it reflects in his expression, that regret. That despite everything, he had not wanted to hurt Claude over this. That the mere thought of having done so is in its own way a painful thing.] ...When did you find out?
but the Big Picture lorenz....
Not even once, though?
He smiles anyway, attempting to convey his usual unflappability. He's Claude, after all, and Claude is always fine. There's no need for Lorenz to regret, because he isn't hurt. This is an important thing that they need to discuss, but he doesn't begrudge Lorenz the choices he's made.] I don't remember the exact date. Teach had us on stable duty together.
something something not knowing yourself will cause bad something
And, at first, Lorenz had questioned that, for to place them together would surely have been akin to fire and kindling. Naught but sparks and tempers (or perhaps that had merely been on his part.)
But as they had grown and the war had come to fruition, he had learned to appreciate Byleth’s wisdom in that regard. As much friction as there might have been between them, it could have only hurt their house, and ultimately the Alliance, to stay strangers. To be constantly at odds, dancing between prying questions and evasive answers with no true amount of trust to speak of. And as they had labored beneath blazing suns and chill winter winds, he had, after a fashion, at least become comfortable with the presence of Claude, if not his disposition.
Success in that regard, if nothing else.
Which, of course, also aligns with Claude’s recollection. With so many days spent as such, it is easy to envision how he might have noticed Lorenz’s mark despite the pains taken to conceal it. (An eternally clasped collar arranged to meticulous perfection.) Toiling in the heat, it would have been easy to have forgotten himself, even if only for a moment, and to loosen a collar in an effort to keep from overheating. And his hair, kept neatly trimmed, would have offered no cover with which to conceal what his coat had.
And so Claude had found out and…]
And? [The question is a quiet one, thinly veiled in something not unlike frustration as he gives Claude a look. He does not mean to make this an interrogation but the other is, typically, offering little on his own thoughts about the matter.] When did you decide to keep it to yourself?
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Answering a question with a question is, he knows, pretty damn irritating, but Lorenz is nearly always irritated with him anyway. And, perhaps selfishly, he feels his question is more important than giving a blatantly obvious answer.] What would you have done if I hadn't?