[It's fine if Felix needs a moment or two to gather his thoughts together, pull his emotions into check. Dimitri is upright almost purely by the power of a good many pillows, his own head drifting against the stroke of the hairbrush.]
[When Felix speaks up again, voice tight with the control he's forcing onto it, reluctant, Dimitri has to drag his mind back out of the haze and into the conversation at hand. His fingers start rubbing slowly along his blankets.]
...I'm sorry.
I think I was lost - or. I never left, Felix. I didn't come back.
[It's hard to explain... or maybe it's because he's delirious with fever that he's having a hard time explaining.]
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[When Felix speaks up again, voice tight with the control he's forcing onto it, reluctant, Dimitri has to drag his mind back out of the haze and into the conversation at hand. His fingers start rubbing slowly along his blankets.]
...I'm sorry.
I think I was lost - or. I never left, Felix. I didn't come back.
[It's hard to explain... or maybe it's because he's delirious with fever that he's having a hard time explaining.]