[Weakly, Sylvain allows his head to fall upon Dimitri's shoulder. Protests form and die on his lips once more, but he swallows them down for the time being. He doesn't know how to phrase it in a way that won't wound Dimitri. The truth is that he will be abandoned, and that no one will know he felt that way. His feelings were always barricaded by false smiles and playful jests.
It had always been easier for him to fake it, after all. And why shouldn't he, when it was something so petty? Thousands would kill to be in his shoes, to lead the life of comfort and privilege that he did. Perhaps he might be without love, but unlike Dimitri and Felix, he still had his family.
Never mind what a cold comfort that was.]
It isn't your fault, Dimitri. I would not let you fix it.
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It had always been easier for him to fake it, after all. And why shouldn't he, when it was something so petty? Thousands would kill to be in his shoes, to lead the life of comfort and privilege that he did. Perhaps he might be without love, but unlike Dimitri and Felix, he still had his family.
Never mind what a cold comfort that was.]
It isn't your fault, Dimitri. I would not let you fix it.