The game is neatly wiped from Claude's mind by Felix's sudden anger and move to leave, and he scrambles to get his brain into damage control mode out of nowhere while also kind of tipsy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Felix - " Claude gets to his feet in a flash, and wobbles just a bit. Whether it was getting up so quickly, the alcohol, or some combination of the two, Claude isn't sure and isn't worrying about. Instead he reaches out and catches Felix's arm, gently tugging him back. "C'mon, don't run off. Dedue was just teasing you - same way we've been teasing each other with targeted statements. Him loosening up enough to have fun with us is a good thing, right? I know you don't want him acting like he's just Dimitri's servant. And I don't think you're that embarrassed about what he said..."

Claude's brain hurriedly replays the game between Felix's last turn and this one, trying to find the problem. "Is this because everyone nailed you this round?" he asks, turning it over even as he says them. Everyone did manage to hit Felix this round, one way or another. Maybe he felt ganged up on? "No, I think you would've gotten angry sooner..."

Then his brain finally lights up. "Wait - the reminder about Sylvain was what hurt, wasn't it? But you don't have to leave, sunshine. Let us make you feel better instead of going off to be upset alone - that's not gonna help. You can sit out for awhile, if you want. Sit with me or Dimitri. Please?"

He's not at his most eloquent right now, but he's trying.