[Sylvain breathes out, almost not believing it. From what he can tell, he's pulled Dimitri back. It had been a theory, a long shot at that. But so far, he'd been so stricken by any touch from Sylvain that it only seemed logical that it might somehow ground him.
With that crisis averted, he turns to Felix. All of the fire is gone now, replaced with desperation. He reaches out, nearly grabbing onto Felix's arm but hesitating just short. Disrespecting his personal space seemed like too much -- he's almost the opposite of Dimitri in that respect.
At least as far as he's concerned.]
Felix, don't. [His voice is urgent, but there's no venom there.] I. Need you here with me. We need you.
[He draws his hand back, and instead drapes it around Dimitri's shoulders. This way, he can grab onto Dimitri if he slips again.]
I think I passed one not too far from here. Come on.
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With that crisis averted, he turns to Felix. All of the fire is gone now, replaced with desperation. He reaches out, nearly grabbing onto Felix's arm but hesitating just short. Disrespecting his personal space seemed like too much -- he's almost the opposite of Dimitri in that respect.
At least as far as he's concerned.]
Felix, don't. [His voice is urgent, but there's no venom there.] I. Need you here with me. We need you.
[He draws his hand back, and instead drapes it around Dimitri's shoulders. This way, he can grab onto Dimitri if he slips again.]
I think I passed one not too far from here. Come on.