Claude's spent a decent chunk of the time after prom worrying about Dimitri and how withdrawn he's been. He's tried to draw him out of his shell as best he can, but...the damage isn't so easily smoothed over, all the more so because it's mostly pain from old scars that run deep.

So when he hears Dimitri yelling for him, the only thing that stops his Gear from hitting the floor at screen-cracking force as he launches off the bed is a startled Sturm managing to catch it with sticky-padded fingers.

"Dimitri? Dimitri!" He's kneejerk alarmed, running towards his voice, not knowing what could possibly make Dimitri call for him like this but intending to find out immediately. He'll practically skid right into the man. "What's wrong?"