Felix's eyes are glued to the screen; he doesn't dare to blink. While Sylvain's...thinking, or whatever it is he's doing in silence, Felix is frantically trying to come up with ways to do damage control in case this goes horribly wrong, but this isn't a battlefield and nothing is coming to mind.
So when Sylvain flushes red and starts stammering, Felix lifts his head up again and stays very still, feeling like he's aiming an arrow at a deer in the woods and waiting to see whether it will flee. And then Sylvain says: 'Okay.'
Okay? What the hell kind of response is that? This was a mistake. That was clearly an 'I'm trying to figure out how to let you down easy' response, or an 'I can't handle this' response, or...something. Something not good. Felix's face quickly falls from attentive to an oncoming storm. He doesn't even know what the words are that are about to come out of his mouth--
But then Sylvain goes on, and Felix remembers what his reaction was the first time when they eventually got this far, and--okay, so he shouldn't be surprised about the shock, he supposes, and the storm dissolves as quickly as it started. Still, he's impatient to get past this part!
Fortunately, he doesn't have long to wait. Sylvain gives him one of those smiles that's like the sun coming up, and given how the last four months of Felix's life have gone, it really does feel like the dawn that comes after the darkest night. Which is sappy as hell and he's annoyed with himself for having thought it, but only a little bit.
Mostly he's too busy trying his best not to completely lose his composure and melt into a stupid puddle of mushy goo. He feels like he's already halfway there, and he's positive whatever face he's making is ridiculous and embarrassing, but it's hard to care much when he gets to see Sylvain this happy again.
"...good." He thinks he should probably say more than that, but he has trouble with words at the best of times.
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So when Sylvain flushes red and starts stammering, Felix lifts his head up again and stays very still, feeling like he's aiming an arrow at a deer in the woods and waiting to see whether it will flee. And then Sylvain says: 'Okay.'
Okay? What the hell kind of response is that? This was a mistake. That was clearly an 'I'm trying to figure out how to let you down easy' response, or an 'I can't handle this' response, or...something. Something not good. Felix's face quickly falls from attentive to an oncoming storm. He doesn't even know what the words are that are about to come out of his mouth--
But then Sylvain goes on, and Felix remembers what his reaction was the first time when they eventually got this far, and--okay, so he shouldn't be surprised about the shock, he supposes, and the storm dissolves as quickly as it started. Still, he's impatient to get past this part!
Fortunately, he doesn't have long to wait. Sylvain gives him one of those smiles that's like the sun coming up, and given how the last four months of Felix's life have gone, it really does feel like the dawn that comes after the darkest night. Which is sappy as hell and he's annoyed with himself for having thought it, but only a little bit.
Mostly he's too busy trying his best not to completely lose his composure and melt into a stupid puddle of mushy goo. He feels like he's already halfway there, and he's positive whatever face he's making is ridiculous and embarrassing, but it's hard to care much when he gets to see Sylvain this happy again.
"...good." He thinks he should probably say more than that, but he has trouble with words at the best of times.