[ He can practically taste her disappointment like a bitter bite on the back of his tongue. He almost laughs - not in humor, but because he’d managed to avoid picking up on what that particular emotion felt like since he’d gotten this strange magical ability. Ironic, when it had once been the emotion he recognized first and the most often, if only from so much frequent exposure to it.

He definitely didn’t like it any better now that he could feel it compounded by magic.

Hating that he was already fucking this up, he rethinks what he’d been about to ask her and eventually just shakes his head, shoulders slumping a little. He was tired of constantly making this worse, even if that felt like it was all he’d been doing for weeks now. With both Claude and her.

So instead, he just casts her a small smile and gathers her up in his arms again, rolling over onto his side so he can go back to cuddling her. He presses a kiss to her forehead, wrapping snugly around her. ]

Nevermind. It’s not important. I know that wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear, though. I’ll try and do better. Because you do deserve everything. I’m just… not sure there’s enough of me to fill that up.