"Oh, Grant." And Claude can't help a soft, sympathetic laugh, squeezing him. Under other circumstances, he'd probably laugh a lot harder at 'I have feelings for you, enjoy your chicken', but...well, Grant's obviously fragile right now. "Can I say 'that sounds like you' without it sounding like an insult? But honestly, that's just...so charmingly awkward. You can relax about the awkward part, though; that won't bother Felix any."

He rubs Grant's back. "You must be a nervous wreck after that, huh? C'mon in, we can curl up on the bed and talk. There's probably no point in picking apart your confession, and until you get an answer from Felix it's probably best you don't dwell on that anyway or you'll just make yourself an anxious mess, but...it sounds like we've conveniently got something distracting to discuss, huh? I don't know what you mean about Felix's concerns about the polycule, but it sounds important."