"Kha-" He doesn't even get his name out before Claude's moving away, drinking the godforsaken tea and clearly very intent to simply leave. That look he'd given him is enough to break his heart though and for a moment he feels just as out of control as he had while kissing him.

"Don't-" One word choked out and Lorenz reaches for his hand again. "Please? Khalid..."

He clings to the other's hand, trying to urge him closer, trying not to completely lose it. How did they go so quickly to being overwhelmed for such different reasons? He leans forward, pressing his cheek to the back of Claude's hand. It's the last thing he wants to admit, it feels like such a silly thing, especially when one considers everything they've faced in the war.

"I'm scared."

If anything that makes it all the more clear precisely what the Count taught him to fear. The one thing that Lorenz will always be frightened of... is others thinking ill of him.