Despite the height he has on Claudius, he feels very small. He smooths the placket of Claudius' shirt, rubbing his fingers against it, and is struck by a memory of doing the same thing some time before when he was someone else. It doesn't make him feel less adrift. He doesn't have the ability to focus on Crowley or the conversation he and Claudius are having, only the small movement of his fingers on cloth.
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Date: 2023-12-18 08:38 pm (UTC)