[ Rather than alarm, he just looks at Claude with exasperation at his little joke; even knowing that Dimitri's tastebuds are broken, his logical, non-lizard brain doesn't expect poison to be on the table. And he only makes a token effort to squirm away and walk on his own two feet when Claude moves to help him.
Because the exhaustion does help against the alarm bells that his body sometimes sets off, the same ones that have followed him since childhood. And so he simply goes along with this, embarrassing as it is. He accepts that rather than sitting on the ground, he'll have to take up a space on Claude's bed and feel a little bad about it.
And similarly, after a brief shock and fluster of surprise when they suddenly and violently topple forward, he is resigned to the inevitable. When they land, Dimitri simply lies there on his face, not moving. He's accepted his fate.
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Because the exhaustion does help against the alarm bells that his body sometimes sets off, the same ones that have followed him since childhood. And so he simply goes along with this, embarrassing as it is. He accepts that rather than sitting on the ground, he'll have to take up a space on Claude's bed and feel a little bad about it.
And similarly, after a brief shock and fluster of surprise when they suddenly and violently topple forward, he is resigned to the inevitable. When they land, Dimitri simply lies there on his face, not moving. He's accepted his fate.
This may as well be happening. ]