Claude watches Grant as the man talks, a small smile on his lips, drinking in the feeling of their hands touching.
It occurs to him, belatedly, when Grant is winding up, that he was supposed to have been paying attention to the instructions.
He looks down at the chopsticks for a moment, then back up at Grant. There's a little grin on his lips, but it's got a sheepish tinge to it that isn't too common. "Uh...can you go over that again...?"
Claude wouldn't be above faking that he'd missed it for more of this intimacy, but in this instance he doesn't have to fake anything. He genuinely was just zoning out, focused more on how Grant was looking and how he was making him feel than a single word that was coming out of his mouth.
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It occurs to him, belatedly, when Grant is winding up, that he was supposed to have been paying attention to the instructions.
He looks down at the chopsticks for a moment, then back up at Grant. There's a little grin on his lips, but it's got a sheepish tinge to it that isn't too common. "Uh...can you go over that again...?"
Claude wouldn't be above faking that he'd missed it for more of this intimacy, but in this instance he doesn't have to fake anything. He genuinely was just zoning out, focused more on how Grant was looking and how he was making him feel than a single word that was coming out of his mouth.