On one hand, Dimitri feels certain that he will say something and make Felix frustrated, or miserable. It happened so much in the past, where it felt like nothing he said was the right thing... But on the other hand, Felix may be right. Maybe he already has thought of what Dimitri is thinking about right now.

"I... wish others were here," he murmurs, gaze downcast. "Other friends. Other... family. I'm glad we are all here, but..."

He wishes there were more.