[He doesn't acknowledge the words at first, focusing on brushing the last of the tangles from Safrano's tail before he finally lets it slip from his fingers. His shoulders slump under Claude's hand and he tilts his head to rub his cheek lightly against the other man's knuckles, something that is quickly becoming a habit any time Claude touches his shoulder.]
Of course... I can wash up and make some tea...
[A weak smile before he moves around to lead Safrano into his stall, all too eager now because at this hour he knows it will be dinner time. It only takes a moment to get the gelding situated and to scoop feed into the other stalls as well. Then he crosses back over to Claude, starting to reach for his hand but stopping himself abruptly. No, he's filthy. He's not going to inflict his horse mess on Claude.]
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Of course... I can wash up and make some tea...
[A weak smile before he moves around to lead Safrano into his stall, all too eager now because at this hour he knows it will be dinner time. It only takes a moment to get the gelding situated and to scoop feed into the other stalls as well. Then he crosses back over to Claude, starting to reach for his hand but stopping himself abruptly. No, he's filthy. He's not going to inflict his horse mess on Claude.]
Come on, then...