It makes sense, in his mind, that she'd split while the damage is still minimal; it makes even more sense, considering the trajectory of their still very-short conversation. The equation that Claude draws up is as follows:
"I've seen worse, but this is a first" -> "And I honestly don't think I can keep doing this" -> "I want you to sit down because this is hard for me to say" -> "Goodbye, and have a good life."
He should have known, he should have known.
Outwardly, he doesn't reveal anything of what he's feeling (a cocktail of disappointment and resignation and a tablespoon of heartbreak, mixed with anger, garnished with something indescribable and painful)— he only shrugs, pats down his pant legs, and starts to take a seat. ]
Is this a precaution? I won't go anywhere until you finish, you have my word.
[ Breezy. Already guarded, judging by the set of his shoulders. ]
Speak your mind. You usually don't need my permission.
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It makes sense, in his mind, that she'd split while the damage is still minimal; it makes even more sense, considering the trajectory of their still very-short conversation. The equation that Claude draws up is as follows:
"I've seen worse, but this is a first" -> "And I honestly don't think I can keep doing this" -> "I want you to sit down because this is hard for me to say" -> "Goodbye, and have a good life."
He should have known, he should have known.
Outwardly, he doesn't reveal anything of what he's feeling (a cocktail of disappointment and resignation and a tablespoon of heartbreak, mixed with anger, garnished with something indescribable and painful)— he only shrugs, pats down his pant legs, and starts to take a seat. ]
Is this a precaution? I won't go anywhere until you finish, you have my word.
[ Breezy. Already guarded, judging by the set of his shoulders. ]
Speak your mind. You usually don't need my permission.