Felix doesn't pull away from Claude, but he doesn't turn to face him yet, either. He listens quietly as Claude talks his way through the question until he arrives at an answer, which of course is entirely correct, because that's Claude for you.
For once, Dimitri's offer to spar isn't quite what Felix is looking for. If he were sober, it probably would be, and he would probably walk away now to spare himself the humiliation of having to exist in the same room as Grant and Dedue and Ashe after he succumbed to grief in front of others and his boyfriends had to coax him like he's a stray cat or a wild horse. He's not sober, though, and the thought of having Claude's or Dimitri's arms around him currently sounds a lot better than being alone, regardless of what Sober Felix wants.
And, says his tipsy brain, regardless of what anyone may think of him for it. Fuck 'em. He'll do what he wants. In fact, if Dedue wants to make fun of him for wanting to hold Dimitri's hand, he can do it in real time. Besides...
"Tch, I'm not going to sit out. I can handle a dumb game, and I can't win if I don't play." Arguably he's losing already as probably the tipsiest one here so far, but whatever. He turns around to let Claude pull him back into the circle, but instead of returning to his own seat, he waits for Claude to sit and then deposits himself squarely in the man's lap. He reaches over to grab Dimitri's hand as he glares daggers at Dedue, daring him to say something in mockery of it.
Finally, with his free hand, he drinks for Dedue's turn, and then points at him. "I've never scared off a horse by trying to smile."
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For once, Dimitri's offer to spar isn't quite what Felix is looking for. If he were sober, it probably would be, and he would probably walk away now to spare himself the humiliation of having to exist in the same room as Grant and Dedue and Ashe after he succumbed to grief in front of others and his boyfriends had to coax him like he's a stray cat or a wild horse. He's not sober, though, and the thought of having Claude's or Dimitri's arms around him currently sounds a lot better than being alone, regardless of what Sober Felix wants.
And, says his tipsy brain, regardless of what anyone may think of him for it. Fuck 'em. He'll do what he wants. In fact, if Dedue wants to make fun of him for wanting to hold Dimitri's hand, he can do it in real time. Besides...
"Tch, I'm not going to sit out. I can handle a dumb game, and I can't win if I don't play." Arguably he's losing already as probably the tipsiest one here so far, but whatever. He turns around to let Claude pull him back into the circle, but instead of returning to his own seat, he waits for Claude to sit and then deposits himself squarely in the man's lap. He reaches over to grab Dimitri's hand as he glares daggers at Dedue, daring him to say something in mockery of it.
Finally, with his free hand, he drinks for Dedue's turn, and then points at him. "I've never scared off a horse by trying to smile."