"I will," Claude reassures him as Lorenz drifts off. He looks so peaceful and content, and Claude's hand stills so as not to disturb him, feeling a warm surge of affection for the other man. He can't remember the last time he'd seen him like that... Never, really, given the Lorenz of old would never let his guard down around him in the first place.

When he's sure Lorenz's breathing has evened out fully and he's in a deep sleep, Claude slowly rises, kissing his temple gently before going to find a book -- no doubt one of the many poetry books Lorenz is bound to have collected in his time here -- and settling into the armchair. He'll remain there for the rest of the evening, until he finally drifts off to sleep as well.