[That's all he's really got left to say, at least for the moment - just a wobbly, tear-choked hum of agreement while he clings to Claude.
Or, well... almost all. He lets out a laugh that's almost more like another choked-back sob.] I just-- hope he doesn't change his mind. A-about trying again.
[Of course, there'd be no need to say that if Grant weren't... sort of terrified that exactly that is going to happen.]
I don't think he will, Grant. [Claude squeezes him slightly.] I mean, I can't speak for him, of course, but...you've got all the charms you had that originally attracted him, and we're all seeing more and more of your charm the more we get to know you and be around you. He's got no reason to become less interested in you over time, okay? I know you've got a low opinion of yourself, but remember that he already wanted to date you once. You demonstrably have things he's into. And you're going to keep spending time around him, so he's going to keep seeing all those things he likes about you. [He grins a little.] And he'll get to see me and Dimitri hogging all those things for ourselves in close proximity, too. I think there's a very good chance he'll definitely want another shot with you, once he's in a better place.
At least it's followed by actual words, for better or worse.] I don't... mean to be contrary, but if I don't say this I'm... just gonna keep thinking it anyway: He could also start seeing more things he doesn't like. 'N he wouldn't be the first person to-- to just lose interest.
[Another soft, sobbing laugh.] And, I mean, Sylvain is nothing like the guys I used to date, so I know I shouldn't... shouldn't expect things to end up the same, because he's better than that, but it-- it just ends up hurting more, because he's... so much better, and I know that and it affects h-how I feel-- [God, he's about to start sobbing in earnest again, isn't he. Great.] --But even knowing it I can't imagine him wanting to try again. I think it might be partly that-- y-you know how when you're upset about something, um, it's hard to imagine ever... feeling any other way? S-so it's hard to imagine the circumstances changing, so right now, I... know that one way or another I'll feel better about this, and I already feel better than I did when he told me, but right now it just feels like... he'll always want to stay apart and I'll never f-feel any better about it, and I'm talking... so much.
[He's just gonna... re-adjust so his face is buried in Claude's shoulder again, and just say a few more words, muffled once more:] Hate this. Feel like a... a stupid teenager.
[Claude makes a soft, sympathetic sound in his throat.] No, I know exactly what you mean. And probably there's nothing I can say that's gonna fix that, right? Because right now, like you said, it's hard to believe. You've just gotta give it time, and I can't just hand you that no matter how much I want to make things better for you.
But while that time passes...I'm here. And you can cry, or hold me, or talk it out, or all of it together, as much as you need.
[And with that, for once, Claude thinks it might be best to just be quiet for a bit while he holds Grant in his arms.]
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[That's all he's really got left to say, at least for the moment - just a wobbly, tear-choked hum of agreement while he clings to Claude.
Or, well... almost all. He lets out a laugh that's almost more like another choked-back sob.] I just-- hope he doesn't change his mind. A-about trying again.
[Of course, there'd be no need to say that if Grant weren't... sort of terrified that exactly that is going to happen.]
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At least it's followed by actual words, for better or worse.] I don't... mean to be contrary, but if I don't say this I'm... just gonna keep thinking it anyway: He could also start seeing more things he doesn't like. 'N he wouldn't be the first person to-- to just lose interest.
[Another soft, sobbing laugh.] And, I mean, Sylvain is nothing like the guys I used to date, so I know I shouldn't... shouldn't expect things to end up the same, because he's better than that, but it-- it just ends up hurting more, because he's... so much better, and I know that and it affects h-how I feel-- [God, he's about to start sobbing in earnest again, isn't he. Great.] --But even knowing it I can't imagine him wanting to try again. I think it might be partly that-- y-you know how when you're upset about something, um, it's hard to imagine ever... feeling any other way? S-so it's hard to imagine the circumstances changing, so right now, I... know that one way or another I'll feel better about this, and I already feel better than I did when he told me, but right now it just feels like... he'll always want to stay apart and I'll never f-feel any better about it, and I'm talking... so much.
[He's just gonna... re-adjust so his face is buried in Claude's shoulder again, and just say a few more words, muffled once more:] Hate this. Feel like a... a stupid teenager.
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But while that time passes...I'm here. And you can cry, or hold me, or talk it out, or all of it together, as much as you need.
[And with that, for once, Claude thinks it might be best to just be quiet for a bit while he holds Grant in his arms.]