Felix knows something is wrong as soon as Sylvain smiles. It's not real. It's that horrible fake smile that he loathes. It's somehow ten times worse than it used to be, because he got so used to Sylvain smiling for *real.*

His own smile vanishes immediately, replaced with a disbelieving scowl.

"Don't do that. Don't smile when you don't mean it. You know I despise it." Shit. Fuck. He cannot believe that after all this time, Sylvain is finally back, and within an hour Felix is already snapping at him. What is wrong with him? Why does this always happen?

But Felix is not a patient man, and he's never been half as good at controlling his emotions as he used to think he was. He can't have fucked this up already. He hasn't even gotten to the most important part. Beneath the level where the camera can see it, his left hand clenches into a fist. He can feel the ring digging into his finger. He tries to calm down, taking a breath or two before he replies.

"I told you. Nothing progresses at home while we're here. When we go back, it's exactly the same time and place as when we left. I'm not delirious. You can't tell me you have no idea what's going on and then tell me I'm wrong."