[A pang of...something hits him when Dimitri asks if he's staying. Asks Sylvain, as though Felix weren't three feet away. He doesn't know what to make of it.
And then Sylvain turns and by instinct alone Felix glances up to meet his gaze, and at first he's not sure what he's being thanked for. Then the idea percolates through his mind that...what Sylvain said back there, about needing him, maybe it was just...for Dimitri's sake. Which is itself a thought that brings another confusing morass of feelings, but no--Sylvain wouldn't say that and not mean it, right?
Still. It's hard to think straight and the way Sylvain is clinging to Dimitri is confusing and strange, and when they get inside he moves into a corner to lean against the wall and fold his arms with the Espurr perched in them, resting the wooden sword against it beside him as though it were a real one. It's...a bit of a comfort.
He looks over to frown at Sylvain.]
You do, you idiot. [Then, just slightly gentler,] Are you all right?
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And then Sylvain turns and by instinct alone Felix glances up to meet his gaze, and at first he's not sure what he's being thanked for. Then the idea percolates through his mind that...what Sylvain said back there, about needing him, maybe it was just...for Dimitri's sake. Which is itself a thought that brings another confusing morass of feelings, but no--Sylvain wouldn't say that and not mean it, right?
Still. It's hard to think straight and the way Sylvain is clinging to Dimitri is confusing and strange, and when they get inside he moves into a corner to lean against the wall and fold his arms with the Espurr perched in them, resting the wooden sword against it beside him as though it were a real one. It's...a bit of a comfort.
He looks over to frown at Sylvain.]
You do, you idiot. [Then, just slightly gentler,] Are you all right?