Telepathy. Well, that was just brilliant, wasn't it? Any other time, that nose comment probably would have drawn a wry response from Claude. But right now, he wasn't in anywhere near the mood that was necessary for something like that. They say that pessimists can't be disappointed, but it's not true. It always hurt, no matter how much you expected people to fuck you over, because you always hoped that this time, it would be different.
Fuck you, Claude shot back, undercurrents of bitterness in the mental reply before walls slammed shut between their minds. He had better things to do with his time than this. Like finding some place to get his nose set.