"No, that's not..." Claude drops his gaze. He's - ruining things. Everything is still going wrong, everything he says making things worse somehow. Only now, it's not his efforts to help that are wrong. It's how he thinks, what he feels, his very desire to help that's wrong. Felix thinks he's looking down on them for wanting to help them, and...is he? Maybe he is. At this point, how the hell would he even be able to tell? He's clearly in no state to judge.

"I wasn't trying to say any of that." But there's something defeated in his voice now. Nothing else has been good enough; why would this be?