[ He doesn't say anything while waiting - just waits to see what she'll do or whether he's really going to have to climb down while juggling this box filled with who knows what. There's a rattle of something from inside it as he shifts it again, and again he wants to know what's inside, but what matters more is if it'll be something they can stand on as Hilda's predicted.
She moves to assist and he keeps a neutral expression throughout as if there's nothing to be interested in. Claude's about to look away, like there's anything to even look at except more storage from a different height, but before he can Hilda's fingers brush his. He has to swallow hard and unnoticeably as possible when that action not only brings a pleasant spark but longing and whispers to grab her hand with it. Like it's that simple. Like he even has that option, and like it's not a habit he wishes would disappear, among other untrue things he tells himself.
Instead the box changes from his possession to hers and Claude nods in response despite wanting to also raise an eyebrow over needing only one more box to make it out. That seems too pessimistic even while dealing with echoes of this almost being like something they would've planned together in the past because it's no more than that: echoes. Claude glances back up and grabs the box next to the one she'd pointed out to bring with him. That he moves one shelf below where he is by way of climbing down, then repeats that to a shelf that'll be within his reach and leaps down to the ground from there.
Nothing to do but bring it over to stack along with the other crate and survey it again before looking to her. ]
If you climb up there, I can give you a boost up to the window.
[ Probably. It should be close enough for her to get a grip on the ledge and climb up so they can see where to go from there if nothing else. ]
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She moves to assist and he keeps a neutral expression throughout as if there's nothing to be interested in. Claude's about to look away, like there's anything to even look at except more storage from a different height, but before he can Hilda's fingers brush his. He has to swallow hard and unnoticeably as possible when that action not only brings a pleasant spark but longing and whispers to grab her hand with it. Like it's that simple. Like he even has that option, and like it's not a habit he wishes would disappear, among other untrue things he tells himself.
Instead the box changes from his possession to hers and Claude nods in response despite wanting to also raise an eyebrow over needing only one more box to make it out. That seems too pessimistic even while dealing with echoes of this almost being like something they would've planned together in the past because it's no more than that: echoes. Claude glances back up and grabs the box next to the one she'd pointed out to bring with him. That he moves one shelf below where he is by way of climbing down, then repeats that to a shelf that'll be within his reach and leaps down to the ground from there.
Nothing to do but bring it over to stack along with the other crate and survey it again before looking to her. ]
If you climb up there, I can give you a boost up to the window.
[ Probably. It should be close enough for her to get a grip on the ledge and climb up so they can see where to go from there if nothing else. ]