When Claude approaches and speaks to him, Dedue-- half out of habit-- schools his face into something more neutral. Relaxes his furrowed brow, softens the downward turn of his lips, even though it probably isn't so necessary around someone like Claude. Old habits are hard to be rid of, and Dedue often has thoughts that he never voices.
"I am merely thinking. It is not important," he says, and turns his head to regard his window companion. "Are you well, Claude? I could make tea, if you would like."
It's fine, Claude, let the large man serve you tea and possibly make you an early lunch.
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When Claude approaches and speaks to him, Dedue-- half out of habit-- schools his face into something more neutral. Relaxes his furrowed brow, softens the downward turn of his lips, even though it probably isn't so necessary around someone like Claude. Old habits are hard to be rid of, and Dedue often has thoughts that he never voices.
"I am merely thinking. It is not important," he says, and turns his head to regard his window companion. "Are you well, Claude? I could make tea, if you would like."
It's fine, Claude, let the large man serve you tea and possibly make you an early lunch.