[ If there's one thing that hurts Claude Aubert, it's watching his brother bounce off of trials that dig wounds into his oversized heart; it's something Claude doesn't have, that same sort of hurt, and he acknowledges that his secondhand empathy is only selfish and detrimental.
He watches Gus pick himself right up from where he left off with his excitement, powerwalk out of that door without so much as a backwards glance.
Claude isn't bitter: he never has been. This is the only way he can feel anything, really.
So he follows his brother, smiles wanly as he watches Gus dive into a pile of cushions and sound genuinely exhilarated. Admittedly, this is...new...]
Pardon our intrusion.
[ Ok damn this is nice...these lights?! He'll try not to stare. ]
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He watches Gus pick himself right up from where he left off with his excitement, powerwalk out of that door without so much as a backwards glance.
Claude isn't bitter: he never has been. This is the only way he can feel anything, really.
So he follows his brother, smiles wanly as he watches Gus dive into a pile of cushions and sound genuinely exhilarated. Admittedly, this is...new...]
Pardon our intrusion.
[ Ok damn this is nice...these lights?! He'll try not to stare. ]