[It works like magic every time, doesn't it, understanding what people want or need, then giving it to them. Seems like the simplest calculation in the book but most concern themselves too much with their own needs and urges, failing to understand that the best way to sate them is to gaze outward. For a moment, he senses how the image he's projecting to Claude - not too far from the truth - settles with the other man, synchronising their perspectives for a second or two.
Then, Claude touches his elbow and though it's exceedingly light, barely even a touch, it emphasises the feeling of connection. Odd, how interaction works on so many different levels. You've probably had it worse, he says. Hardly, though he can't help but wonder now exactly what Claude's been through before he came here. To even make comparisons in the first place.]
At least, you know it comes with the job.
[He reaches up, brushing his fingertips very lightly across the top of Claude's knuckles. Two kinds of responses, multiple interpretations. Claude's hand feels warm to the touch. Before he can add anything more, the bell rings, signaling the end of the break. His hand falls away.]
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Then, Claude touches his elbow and though it's exceedingly light, barely even a touch, it emphasises the feeling of connection. Odd, how interaction works on so many different levels. You've probably had it worse, he says. Hardly, though he can't help but wonder now exactly what Claude's been through before he came here. To even make comparisons in the first place.]
At least, you know it comes with the job.
[He reaches up, brushing his fingertips very lightly across the top of Claude's knuckles. Two kinds of responses, multiple interpretations. Claude's hand feels warm to the touch. Before he can add anything more, the bell rings, signaling the end of the break. His hand falls away.]
Shall we?