[ Taking the goose with so much care that it hurts Claude's heart a little bit, Jean Louis grabs his coffee with the other hand and makes his way towards the little nook with the view of the cityscape where they kissed that first night and which has become synonymous with Luxembourg City for him later. But in hindsight, looking around this whole building, how did he afford it? How does he afford the constant security that leaves him 'well-protected at all times'? Government won't pay all that unless he's under active threat.
Following, Claude swallows and shakes his head, it could as well be an inclination of his chin. It doesn't have to mean anything. Except those are the things that could also mean everything.
Who knows, maybe Jean Louis is under constant threat. The scarring on his shoulder and the marks on his body could hint at it, right - but only hint. There's no whole story, it's not "The Goose Girl", you can't read these things as clearly as that. Claude's expression softens as Jean Louis looks at him, his features appearing slightly frozen, like he's not quite in control of the full range of them. Distant. He seems distant. Far away.
Has Claude lost him already? Has he lost him from the very beginning?
His hands curl into fists at his sides and he seats himself while Jean Louis puts the goose next to the witch. The witch who's liberal, the liberal who's him.
Unlike Jean Louis, Claude is vulnerable and exposed. Because he makes himself that way, that's what his mother says, too. He raises his chin slowly now, meets Jean Louis' gaze, refusing to do anything but soften further. ]
I trust you're not gonna do anything to hurt me.
[ It could have been a teasing comment, flirtatious. Instead it's completely genuine, honest, open. ]
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Following, Claude swallows and shakes his head, it could as well be an inclination of his chin. It doesn't have to mean anything. Except those are the things that could also mean everything.
Who knows, maybe Jean Louis is under constant threat. The scarring on his shoulder and the marks on his body could hint at it, right - but only hint. There's no whole story, it's not "The Goose Girl", you can't read these things as clearly as that. Claude's expression softens as Jean Louis looks at him, his features appearing slightly frozen, like he's not quite in control of the full range of them. Distant. He seems distant. Far away.
Has Claude lost him already? Has he lost him from the very beginning?
His hands curl into fists at his sides and he seats himself while Jean Louis puts the goose next to the witch. The witch who's liberal, the liberal who's him.
Unlike Jean Louis, Claude is vulnerable and exposed. Because he makes himself that way, that's what his mother says, too. He raises his chin slowly now, meets Jean Louis' gaze, refusing to do anything but soften further. ]
I trust you're not gonna do anything to hurt me.
[ It could have been a teasing comment, flirtatious. Instead it's completely genuine, honest, open. ]