Color means everything, Felix. [There's a notable amount of amusement in his voice, contrasting directly with the chaotic atmosphere outside. That's always been his way. If he laughs in the face of danger, no one will see how deeply he's panicking.

Not that he's panicking too bad right now. Especially not now that Dimitri has gained control over himself once more.

He pretends not to pay them too much mind while Felix works. His eyes still shoot over from time to time all the same. It's been far too long since he's seen them like this together. Felix's gentle moments are few and far between, never mind rarely reserved for Dimitri nowadays. He feels like he's intruding, yet at the same time...

Surely there's something in the way they look at one another. Maybe it should bother him? Maybe it would bother him, if it wasn't his two best friends. If it wasn't the way it was meant to be.]

No need to thank us, Dima. Part of the whole best friend job, right, Felix? [He shuffles over and slings an arm over Felix's shoulder. It's a mostly friendly gesture, rather than romantic -- save for the kiss he carefully presses to Felix's shoulderblade. Out of sight, but still obvious.]

And you're welcome for being right about the color.