[ Sylvain doesn’t heave an audible sigh of relief, but it’s a near thing. He hadn’t been sure how this part of his invitation would go over at all. But the sight of that smile on Claude’s lips is more than answer enough.
He curls one leg up and props an arm atop his knee, although he’s watching Claude instead of the water. ]
Glad you like it. [ There’s a grin in his own voice as he watches him a moment and then lets his gaze drift back to sea, wondering if he should ask the question that lingers on the tip of his tongue. ]
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He curls one leg up and props an arm atop his knee, although he’s watching Claude instead of the water. ]
Glad you like it. [ There’s a grin in his own voice as he watches him a moment and then lets his gaze drift back to sea, wondering if he should ask the question that lingers on the tip of his tongue. ]
…Do you miss it?