[Dammit, Sylvain noticed. (Well, of course he did.) But he doesn't say anything about it, and that's one of roughly a billion reasons that Felix loves him. Another is that smile, which makes him feel like the snow has stopped and the sun has come out right here in the room.
And now that his vision is clearer, Felix can see that Sylvain is crying, too. Oh. Wait, but Sylvain never cries. He's made a point of never crying, ever since he decided to put on a happy face for the world years ago. ...but this time he's crying because he's happy. And Felix did that. And now everything's getting blurry again...ugh.
No time to worry about that, though, because suddenly Sylvain is clutching him close, and Felix doesn't even have to think about it before he wraps his arms around his--...his fiance...--and squeezes as tightly as he can. His voice comes out muffled because he's busy pressing his face into Sylvain's chest, but who cares?]
You're perfect. And I love you too, Sylvain. And...
[He feels like he should say something else, instead of just parroting things back, but words have never been easy for him. So instead he just grabs handfuls of the back of Sylvain's shirt in an attempt to somehow hold him closer, shaking his head a little at his own failed attempt to say anything.]
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And now that his vision is clearer, Felix can see that Sylvain is crying, too. Oh. Wait, but Sylvain never cries. He's made a point of never crying, ever since he decided to put on a happy face for the world years ago. ...but this time he's crying because he's happy. And Felix did that. And now everything's getting blurry again...ugh.
No time to worry about that, though, because suddenly Sylvain is clutching him close, and Felix doesn't even have to think about it before he wraps his arms around his--...his fiance...--and squeezes as tightly as he can. His voice comes out muffled because he's busy pressing his face into Sylvain's chest, but who cares?]
You're perfect. And I love you too, Sylvain. And...
[He feels like he should say something else, instead of just parroting things back, but words have never been easy for him. So instead he just grabs handfuls of the back of Sylvain's shirt in an attempt to somehow hold him closer, shaking his head a little at his own failed attempt to say anything.]