“ah, thank you.. again.” to say he had come to expect claude’s presence at his work desk would be an overstatement, but the surprise of someone in the counselor’s office with absolutely no intention of seeing a counselor had at least faded a little with each visit. he had quickly learned to stop asking if claude had an appointment.
still baffling, however, were the gifts. after the first time claude had asked what byleth was doing for dinner and gotten a basic rundown of what he and his twin did for meals, more wholesome meals had begun manifesting in their stead. claude never asked for payment, or favors. today, again, a warm meal was placed in front of byleth, the aroma making his mouth water; he supposed it was close to his lunch break after all...
“it smells good,” he offered, mind still prodding at that question, waiting to push it to the forefront. he didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but “why do you keep bringing me things? do you get something out of it, as well?” should he be giving something, as well?