[There's a moment there where he worries he might just burst into tears again. Claude takes his hand back and Lorenz is just so overwhelmingly grateful to have some kind of anchor, some physical reminder that he's here and okay and alive and Claude is with him again-
It makes him seem needy, he's sure, but for just a moment he can't quite make himself care. Not when Claude offers him that flimsy excuse on a silver platter. He simply threads his fingers through Claude's and holds on for all he's worth.
Which turns out to be a good thing because Claude pulling him out of the pokécenter staggers him for a moment, his feet clumsy as he adjusts to the other man's pace.]
O-oh... If it's that late it would be awfully impolite... wouldn't it?
[Yeah he's absolutely one of those people that wants to be seated at least an hour before a restaurant closes or he feels like a bother.]
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It makes him seem needy, he's sure, but for just a moment he can't quite make himself care. Not when Claude offers him that flimsy excuse on a silver platter. He simply threads his fingers through Claude's and holds on for all he's worth.
Which turns out to be a good thing because Claude pulling him out of the pokécenter staggers him for a moment, his feet clumsy as he adjusts to the other man's pace.]
O-oh... If it's that late it would be awfully impolite... wouldn't it?
[Yeah he's absolutely one of those people that wants to be seated at least an hour before a restaurant closes or he feels like a bother.]