[Oh, yeah, nope. The second Claude looks at him like that, that wordless validation of Grant's feelings all on its own, Grant can feel his throat threatening to close up.

Whatever last chance he had of getting through this conversation without crying (this chance probably did not exist) vanishes the moment Claude hugs him, and Grant's next breath comes out painfully shaky. Properly burying himself in a hug is a little difficult at Grant’s size, but he finds himself trying without really thinking about it, hunching down slightly in a somewhat greater effort than usual to make himself smaller.]

He-- he's got enough to worry about as it is. And he still tried to... to make it as easy for me as possible, and I don't... I couldn't tell him it wasn't even a surprise. [He doesn't contradict anything Claude said, of course. He's completely right, and Grant doubts he could fool him even if he wanted to. Instead, he's just... talking, spilling out scattered thoughts that he couldn't tell Sylvain - that he can only tell Claude because it's clear his relationship with Sylvain is secure, that there's no risk of making him worry about where he stands.]