[Sylvain managed to find some soothing plant gel for his sunburn... not as bad as it could be, but he will probably peel in a few days... ugh. He has more freckles popping up than he did before, too, dusting his shoulders and collarbone, and starting to be visible on his face. He also managed to scrounge up some comfortable summer clothes that aren't a ridiculous bathing suit. He doesn't want to walk into Claude's apartment half-naked for their board game date!]

[No... not a date. Though he always joked that's what they were back in the academy days. Remembering that tugs at his chest as though there was a string threaded through the center, pulled taught. Those simpler days of lighthearted teenaged fun, when the stakes were lower and it was safer to nurse those complicated feelings he had. With that on his mind, he knocks on Claude's door, distracted.]

It's me.