Claude shakes his head slightly. His arms have slipped around himself, hands cupping his elbows. "At this point, I don't trust myself to say what I mean," he mutters. "Nothing's coming out right. I'm just making things worse."
They seem to have regressed to an earlier point in this conversation, with Claude as distressed and uncommunicative as before and saying the same sort of things he was saying about his attempt to comfort Felix earlier in the day.
"I just thought - everyone wants to fix the problems the people they care about are having. Don't they?"
Even though he thinks this must surely be the least contentious statement it's possible to make, he's still huddled in on himself, expecting it to somehow be wrong. He's surprised Felix hasn't already blown up and left, but it's just a matter of time at this point. One or two more missteps will be plenty. And then what? When is he going to find his feet enough to repair what he's managed to break?
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Date: 2021-02-22 08:54 am (UTC)They seem to have regressed to an earlier point in this conversation, with Claude as distressed and uncommunicative as before and saying the same sort of things he was saying about his attempt to comfort Felix earlier in the day.
"I just thought - everyone wants to fix the problems the people they care about are having. Don't they?"
Even though he thinks this must surely be the least contentious statement it's possible to make, he's still huddled in on himself, expecting it to somehow be wrong. He's surprised Felix hasn't already blown up and left, but it's just a matter of time at this point. One or two more missteps will be plenty. And then what? When is he going to find his feet enough to repair what he's managed to break?