I would never dream of making you cold, my friend. [He winks, an over-dramatic gesture.] Only the warmest of clothes for you if I ever decide to gift you with some finery.

[But seeing the fleeting smile of Byleth fall only makes his lips turn in kind, a pinch in his brow at the doubt he can hear starting to bubble in those words.]

It is strange, how the flow of time and collection of events and acquaintances can can change one's path so dramatically. [Claude takes a step closer, letting his gaze wander to the dark sky above you.] Is it uncomfortable for you, seeing someone who's you but not you?

[If it was already hard enough for Claude to wrap his mind around a different Byleth, he can't even begin to imagine what the man himself must think about it.]