action; ;;; this kinda got buried in the tag mountain.
[ The first time, it was near impossible. It took Alois more than an hour to allow him to get into the carriage without demanding he come along. The second took half that time. The following trips however became easier, finally ending with a near rib breaking hug each time.
Claude didn't like leaving his web however. But then, here he was now. He paused from his work, glancing at the boy a moment, almost as if considering everything he had been planning so far.
Almost absently, a gloved hand places itself on Alois' head and gives the barest light strokes before pulling away and going back to his whipping. Perhaps it was the same sort he'd give to accompany those hasty goodbyes.
But that moment is probably all he's giving now. Back to work. ]