[ Jean Louis moves over next to him, but still with a sliver of distance between them, something Claude appreciates greatly, there's a sense of respect to it, like the other man knows to pay heed to his body autonomy. The words he string together seem, on the surface, very polished and politically correct, yet there's a truth to them that soothes Claude's momentarily quivering psyche. For some of us, including himself, then. Claude turns his head and looks up at Jean Louis who isn't much taller than him, but just enough to require that he raises his gaze. He only knows the history of the Foreign Minister's political career superficially, how he started his own party and managed to come out on top, despite all odds. Hey, that seems recognizable, at least. Like a mirror image of something else, someone else.
Look at Claude.
Smiling again, he turns towards Jean Louis fully, reaches out and touches a palm to his elbow briefly, just the hint of touch, nothing inappropriate or invasive. ]
I think, between the two of us, you've probably had it worse. The drama.
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Look at Claude.
Smiling again, he turns towards Jean Louis fully, reaches out and touches a palm to his elbow briefly, just the hint of touch, nothing inappropriate or invasive. ]
I think, between the two of us, you've probably had it worse. The drama.